In the evening, however, I was strengthened, and convened the elders at the manse to consult with them on what was best to be done; for it was well known that the sufferers had made no provision for a sore foot.But all our gathered judgments could determine nothing;and therefore we resolved to wait the issue, not doubting but that He who sends the night, would bring the day in His good and gracious time, which so fell out.Some of them who had the largest experience of such vicissitudes, immediately began to pack up their ends and their awls, and to hie them into Glasgow and Paisley in quest of employ; but those who trusted to the hopes that Mr Speckle himself still cherished, lingered long, and were obligated to submit to sore distress.After a time, however, it was found that the company was ruined; and the mill being sold for the benefit of the creditors, it was bought by another Glasgow company, who, by getting a good bargain, and managing well, have it still, and have made it again a blessing to the country.At the time of the stoppage, however, we saw that commercial prosperity, flush as it might be, was but a perishable commodity, and from thence, both by public discourse and private exhortation, I have recommended to the workmen to lay up something for a reverse; and showed that, by doing with their bawbees and pennies what the great do with their pounds, they might in time get a pose to help them in the day of need.This advice they have followed, and made up a Savings Bank, which is a pillow of comfort to many an industrious head of a family.
But I should not close this account of the disaster that befell Mr Speckle, and the cotton-mill company, without relating a very melancholy case that was the consequence.Among the overseers there was a Mr Dwining, an Englishman from Manchester, where he had seen better days, having had himself there of his own property, once as large a mill, according to report, as the Cayenneville mill.He was certainly a man above the common, and his wife was a lady in every point; but they held themselves by themselves, and shunned all manner of civility, giving up their whole attention to their two little boys, who were really like creatures of a better race than the callans of our clachan.
On the failure of the company, Mr Dwining was observed by those who were present to be particularly distressed: his salary being his all; but he said little, and went thoughtfully home.Some days after he was seen walking by himself with a pale face, a heavy eye, and slow step--all tokens of a sorrowful heart.Soon after, he was missed altogether; nobody saw him.The door of his house was however open, and his two pretty boys were as lively as usual, on the green before the door.I happened to pass when they were there, and I asked them how their father and mother were.They said they were still in bed, and would not waken, and the innocent lambs took me by the hand, to make me waken their parents.I know not what was in it, but I trembled from head to foot, and I was led in by the babies, as if I had not the power to resist.Never shall I forget what I saw in that bed.
I found a letter on the table; and I came away, locking the door behind me, and took the lovely prattling orphans home.I could but shake my head and weep, as I gave them to the care of Mrs Balwhidder, and she was terrified but said nothing.I then read the letter.It was to send the bairns to a gentleman, their uncle, in London.Oh! it is a terrible tale; but the winding-sheet and the earth is over it.I sent for two of my elders.I related what Ihad seen.Two coffins were got, and the bodies laid in them; and the next day, with one of the fatherless bairns in each hand, Ifollowed them to the grave, which was dug in that part of the kirkyard where unchristened babies are laid.We durst not take it upon us to do more; but few knew the reason, and some thought it was because the deceased were strangers, and had no regular lair.
I dressed the two bonny orphans in the best mourning at my own cost, and kept them in the manse till we could get an answer from their uncle, to whom I sent their father's letter.It stung him to the quick, and he came down all the way from London, and took the children away himself.Oh! he was a vexed man when the beautiful bairns, on being told he was their uncle, ran into his arms, and complained that their papa and mamma had slept so long, that they would never waken.
