A Highland Communion in 1843
On Sabbath week (23d July, 1843) we
enjoyed an opportunity of witnessing in the West Highlands one of those
impressive spectacles which have been of frequent occurrence in the rural
districts of the country since the disruption of the Church — the dispensation
of the Lord’s Supper in the open air. The services were of such a peculiarly
interesting character, and excited so much attention throughout an extensive
tract of country, that, for the benefit of those who have never witnessed
sacramental solemnities under similar circumstances, we shall endeavour to
describe them.
It was the communion at Ardchattan, a
parish situated on the banks of Loch Etive, well known to tourists as one of
the most beautiful lochs in Scotland. The Rev. Mr. Fraser, the excellent
minister, has joined the Free Church with all his people, the exceptions being
quite inconsiderable, and consisting only of a few lairds, and such of their
dependents as their influence has retained in the bondage of the Establishment.
We are not aware whether the Presbytery of the bounds (Lorn) has of late even
provided supplies for the vacant parish; but on the communion Sabbath of the
Free Church the parish church was closed. It is a handsome new edifice, which
was completed a year or two ago; and seen from the opposite side of the loch,
as we pursued our way towards the place where the communion was held, it presented,
with its silent and deserted courts, a sorry contrast to the animating scene
that awaited us. The manse, a large and commodious one, and then just about to
be vacated by Mr. Fraser and his Christian and noble-minded lady, stands on the
same side of the loch with the church, but a mile or two farther up, near the
site of the old place of worship; and it was a piece of ground in the
neighbourhood of the manse which had been selected for the scene of the day’s
solemnities. The congregation could be dimly descried across the loch when we
reached the ferry, and the melody of psalms was wafted in soft and fitful
strains athwart the rippled waters.
On landing on the opposite shore, and
rounding a point which prevented us from seeing the congregation till we were
full upon it, a scene of unsurpassable beauty and grandeur opened to the view,
which we shall never forget. It was one of those sunny and silent Sabbath-days
for which we have of late heard town congregations praying, that their
fellow-Christians, driven forth from house and hold, might assemble for the
worship of the Most High under the canopy of heaven in circumstances of
external comfort; and just such a Sabbath as has often recurred, ‘and often
been remarked, during the present moist and fickle summer, to make many hearts
glad that their prayers for their friends’ and brethren’s sakes had not been
disregarded.
It was generally computed that not
fewer than three thousand people were congregated on this spot, many of them
from a great distance, some of them having crossed mountain, and muir, and
loch, for thirty miles round. It was the first communion of the Free Church in
the district. None but those who have mingled amongst these warm-hearted and
high-minded people, can estimate the depth of affection and the generous
enthusiasm with which they have flown to the support of the Free Protesting
Church of Scotland. This of itself is attracting hundreds from the mountains
and the glens to the Highland communions; and never were seasons of greater
solemnity experienced in a land which has long been characterised by the piety
of its people.
But this occasion was rendered still
more interesting by the presence of that eminent servant of God, the Rev. Dr.
M'Donald of Urquhart, familiarly known throughout the Highlands as ‘the apostle
of the north’; and of the Rev. Mr. M'Lean, from Cape Breton, we believe. This
gentleman returned lately to his native country for the benefit of his health,
and has been labouring with singular energy and success in the island of Mull,
which has for long been under the undisputed control of Moderate ministers. Mr.
M'Lean’s ministry there has been already singularly blessed. The islanders
flock to him on Sabbaths and on week-days to receive from his lips a full and
faithful exhibition of the gospel; and it was quite delightful to hear, in all
quarters, of the great and good work which is going forward in Mull. So
acceptable have been his ministrations, that, we rejoice to state, arrangements
have been made for settling Mr. M'Lean permanently in Tobermory, the
flourishing little capital of the island. In addition to these gentlemen, Mr.
Fraser had the able assistance of the Rev. William Fraser of Kilchrenan, and
the Rev. Mr. Bannatyne of Oban.
The tent was pitched and the table spread
upon a plot of smooth greensward skirting the loch, and sloping upwards from
the water’s edge till it terminated in a knoll, rising to the level of the
ancient sea-beach, which is seen running with remarkable precision in parallel
lines on the banks of Loch Etive, as in all the manifold lochs which intersect
this part of the Highlands. It was on this knoll, formed by a massive rock, and
glittering with wild flowers – the stone-crop, the blue-bell, Milton’s
‘euphrasy,’ the thyme, and the tormentilla – that the great proportion of the
multitude were seated, full in view of the tent, which was placed with its back
to the water. Contemplated from this beautiful spot, with the solemn
associations of the day and the occasion crowding upon the mind, the surrounding
scenery assumed the aspect of one august temple. A few miles to the left, and
closing the view of the loch in that direction, Ben Cruachan was seen in all
his magnificent proportions, from base to summit, relieved against a serene sky
— his rugged scalp of bare red granite glistening in the sunshine, and
contrasting with the broad shadows cast upon his flanks by the passing clouds.
The peaks of the Glenorchy hills, seen far off over the shoulder of the lofty
Ben, formed the background of the view in that direction. In front lay the
district of Mid Lorn, with its ocean of swelling hills; and away to the right,
the rest of the gorgeous panorama was filled up by the lofty hills of Mull and
the dark heights of Morven. At the foot of the loch, and commanding a strait
where the tides flow with a tumultuous rapidity and power which often set all
navigation at defiance, stood the ancient castle of Dunstaffnage, once the seat
of Scottish royalty, and still a proud and beautiful ruin. Doubling the
promontory, we come upon another fort, the castle of Dunolly; and within sight
of Dunstaffnage stand the interesting remains of the vitrified fort of
Beregonium. Duart and Ardtornish castles are in the distance; and almost every
island and every headland bristles with its old fortalice or keep, reminding
the stranger of no very remote age when this lovely and romantic land was the
seat of lawless power and feudal despotism – when the chiefs were tyrants and
the people serfs.
It was in such a scene, and on such an
occasion, when the contrast betwixt the Highlands as they were and as they are
was suggested to the mind by external objects so striking, that one could
appreciate the full force of Dr. Chalmers’s thrilling appeal in behalf of the
home missionary labours of the Church of our fathers:
‘Come and see the effect of her
missionary exertions. It is palpable, and near at hand. It lies within the
compass of many a summer tour; and tell me, ye children of fancy, who expatiate
with a delighted eye over the wilds of our mountain scenery, if it be not a
dearer and a worthier exercise still, to contemplate the habits of her once
rugged and wandering population. What would they have been at this moment, had
schools, and bibles, and ministers been kept back from them? and had the men of
a century ago been deterred by the flippancies of the present age, from the
work of planting chapels and seminaries in that neglected land? The ferocity of
their ancestors would have come down, unsoftened and unsubdued, to the existing
generation. The darkening spirit of hostility would still have lowered upon us
from the north; and these plains, now so peaceful and so happy, would have lain
open to the fury of merciless invaders. O, ye soft and sentimental travellers,
who wander so securely over this romantic land, you are right to choose the
season when the angry elements of nature are asleep! But what is it that has
charmed to their long repose the more dreadful elements of human passion and
human injustice? What is it that has quelled the boisterous spirit of her
natives? – and while her torrents roar as fiercely, and her mountain brows look
as grimly as ever, what is that which has thrown so softening an influence over
the minds and manners of her living population?’ (Dr. Chalmers’ Works, Vol. xi.
p. 233).
We had a ready answer in the scene
before us. It was – what might long ago have Christianised and civilised
distracted Ireland – the Bible in the school and the Bible in the church, read
and expounded in the native language. We have often heard of the attention
which Highlanders give to preaching in Gaelic, but never before had an
opportunity of witnessing it. Dr. M'Donald was the first minister who preached
from the tent, the action sermon to the Gaelic-speaking population being
assigned to him: and while his sonorous voice rose high and clear as the sound
of a trumpet, all heard and all hung upon his words, with an eagerness which we
never saw equalled under the most eloquent discourse to a Lowland congregation.
Wherever there was a prominence on the knoll which projected a group in strong
relief from the mass, there they sat, like a study of heads in statuary, all
looking earnestly at the preacher, and all rooted immoveably to the spot. The
universal attention was infectious, and Sassenach ears, albeit unused to the
music of the mountain tongue, listened too with pleasure, till they began to
attach intelligible ideas to these unwonted sounds.
Mr. Fraser, the late minister of the
parish, preached an excellent sermon in English, to a small body of the people,
in a barn attached to the manse, preparatory to dispensing the communion there.
The audience was much impressed; and when the sacred elements were brought
forth, and the Lord’s people were invited to come forward to His table – spread
out with rustic simplicity in that bald ‘upper chamber’, dimly lighted by
narrow loop-holes, seated with rude benches, and swept through by the passing
breeze – there was something so touching in the scene and its accessories, that
all present seemed overcome at once by the same emotion, and not a few wept.
The services here were concluded with a
very seasonable and soothing discourse by Mr. Bannatyne, when most of the
congregation joined the main body in the open air. Here the services were if
possible still more affecting. Mr. Fraser of Kilchrenan was addressing the last
table of communicants, with much energy and affection of manner. The same
earnest attention and unbroken stillness prevailed amongst the people. The
table was stretched in one long line in front of the tent, where Dr. M'Donald
was seated, the benches running parallel on either side. The preacher closed
his animated address, and as the elders moved noiselessly along, carrying the
consecrated memorials of redeeming love, the eye, in glancing along the rows of
devout communicants, might have fallen upon the figure of some venerable man in
a shepherd’s plaid, swaying himself backwards and forwards, unconscious of
aught but his own thoughts – and whose stooping posture and thin white locks
testified to the winters he had weathered amongst the surrounding heights.
There were many such fine specimens of the cottage patriarch, pious and grave
men, seated at the table of communion; and decent matrons in homely but
comfortable attire, wearing no bonnets, but with caps as white as the driven
snow. All seemed profoundly affected. Many shed tears. Surely that was a day of
refreshing from the presence of the Lord, and a day long to be remembered in
the district.
Mr. M'Lean addressed the people after
the communion, in Gaelic, in which language all the open air services were
conducted, and was listened to with unflagging interest. After a song of
praise, which had a peculiarly pleasing effect in the native tongue, the
benediction was pronounced by Dr. M'Donald, and the congregation began to
disperse. One solitary vessel was seen on the loch during the day, a handsome
yacht, which had conveyed a party of warmly attached friends of the Free Church
from Oban to Ardchattan. Now its surface was dotted far and near with boats
filled with people; and up amongst the hills and glens groups were seen slowly
wending homewards in all directions. In a brief space scarcely a vestige of the
multitude was anywhere to be discovered. The boats had rounded headlands, and
disappeared. Families and friends who took sweet counsel together as they left
behind them the scene of sacramental solemnities, and whose hearts burned
within them by the way, while they sought again their quiet hamlets and
mountain sheilings, were lost sight of as they receded into the shadows of the
hills. And the thought came home impressively to one’s mind, that here was a
great congregation separated, which could never surely all worship together
again on this side of eternity.
Next day there were thanksgiving
sermons in English and Gaelic, Dr. M'Donald preaching to a congregation of
several hundreds in the latter language. A churlish landlord, who had refused a
site for the Free Church, prohibited his farm-servants from attending worship
on the fast-day and the preparation and thanksgiving days; and on one or other
of these occasions sent them to hay-making, although it rained! In order to
accommodate his people, and others in similar circumstances, as well as many
from a distance who still lingered in the neighbourhood, Dr. M'Donald consented
to preach again in the evening, after working-hours. When Mr. Fraser made the
announcement of an additional sermon, which it was known that many from a
distance would remain to hear, at great personal inconvenience, he expressed in
Gaelic a hope that the people living in the neighbourhood would show every
kindness in their power to those who were far from home, reminding them that
even a cup of cold water given to them in the name of disciples, would not lose
its reward. When the congregation turned to go away, it seemed as if every
countenance beamed with tenderness and brotherly love.
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