Recollections and impressions, . eof the Church of England read over my husbandsremains, it was necessary to ask permission of theR,ev. Mr Walker, the parish minister, and hiselders. This was instantly granted. All the shopswere closed, and nearly the whole population of thevillage came to pay their last tribute of respect toone whom many loved and all esteemed. The funeral cortege was met at the gate of thechurchyard by an Episcopalian clergyman in fullcanonicals, and the beautiful words, I am theResurrection and the Life, were again heard inthe precincts of the parish church of St Johns ofDa
Recollections and impressions, . eof the Church of England read over my husbandsremains, it was necessary to ask permission of theR,ev. Mr Walker, the parish minister, and hiselders. This was instantly granted. All the shopswere closed, and nearly the whole population of thevillage came to pay their last tribute of respect toone whom many loved and all esteemed. The funeral cortege was met at the gate of thechurchyard by an Episcopalian clergyman in fullcanonicals, and the beautiful words, I am theResurrection and the Life, were again heard inthe precincts of the parish church of St Johns ofDairy. The last time they had been intoned wasin the 15, when the headless trunk of ViscountKenmure (executed for his share in the JacobiteRising of that date) was brought down for inter-ment from London. On this occasion his directdescendant, Mr Gordon Maitland of Kenmure,followed the funeral of his friend and neighbour,and when the last words were spoken he was thefirst to shake my sons by the hand in sincere andsilent ST JOHNS OF DALRY, GALLOWAY, 1900. Here where no lovelier groundStands open to the mute perpetual sky, The eternal mountains watching all around,The pastoral river always rippling by. J. W. M. A LAST TRIBUTE. 335 Incorrujpta fides nudaque Veritas—these are thewords engraved on my husbands tombstone, andthe sentiments had been as a beacon and a watch-word to him during his Hfe. As the mournersturned to go, many must have felt what his oldpupil and friend afterwards so strikingly expressedin the following lines :— Where nineteen summers festal feet had gone,The darkness gathers round thee, laid alone;And there, imchanged, unshadowed, lie loith theeKindness and Truth and Magnanimity —J. W. M. THE END. PRINTED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS. yfj. o
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