There are but two things to make me remember this year; the first was the marriage of my daughter Janet with the reverend Dr.
Kittlewood of Swappington, a match in every way commendable; and on the advice of the third Mrs Balwhidder, I settled a thousand pounds down, and promised five hundred more at my death if I died before my spouse, and a thousand at her death if she survived me; which was the greatest portion ever minister's daughter had in our country side.In this year likewise I advanced fifteen hundred pounds for my son in a concern in Glasgow,--all was the gathering of that indefatigable engine of industry the second Mrs Balwhidder, whose talents her successor said were a wonder, when she considered the circumstances in which I had been left at her death, and made out of a narrow stipend.
The other memorable was the death of Mrs Malcolm.If ever there was a saint on this earth, she was surely one.She had been for some time bedfast, having all her days from the date of her widowhood been a tender woman; but no change made any alteration on the Christian contentment of her mind.She bore adversity with an honest pride; she toiled in the day of penury and affliction with thankfulness for her earnings, although ever so little.She bent her head to the Lord in resignation when her first-born fell in battle; nor was she puffed up with vanity when her daughters were married, as it was said, so far above their degree, though they showed it was but into their proper sphere by their demeanour after.
She lived to see her second son, the captain, rise into affluence, married, and with a thriving young family; and she had the very great satisfaction, on the last day she was able to go to church, to see her youngest son the clergyman standing in my pulpit, a doctor of divinity, and the placed minister of a richer parish than mine.
Well indeed might she have said on that day, "Lord, let thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation."For some time it had been manifest to all who saw her, that her latter end was drawing nigh; and therefore, as I had kept up a correspondence with her daughters, Mrs Macadam and Mrs Howard, Iwrote them a particular account of her case, which brought them to the clachan.They both came in their own carriages; for Colonel Macadam was now a general, and had succeeded to a great property by an English uncle, his mother's brother; and Captain Howard, by the death of his father, was also a man, as it was said, with a lord's living.Robert Malcolm, her son the captain, was in the West Indies at the time; but his wife came on the first summons, as did William the minister.
