James Renwick was the child of godly parents in humble life. His father,
Andrew Renwick, was a weaver, and his mother, Elizabeth Corson, is
especially mentioned, like the mother and grandmother of Timothy, or
like Monica, the mother of Augustine, as a woman of strong faith, and
eminently prayerful. As several of her children had died in infancy, she
earnestly sought that the Lord would give her a child, who would not
only be an heir of glory, but who might live to serve God in his
generation. Her prayer was heard and graciously answered. The son of her
vows was born at Moniaive, in the parish of Glencairn, Gallowayshire, on
the 15th of February, 1662. His father died before he reached the age of
fourteen, but not before he felt assured–probably from observing in the
boy remarkable indications of early piety–that, though his course on
earth would be short, the Lord would make singular use of him in his
service. The early training of this distinguished martyr was, in a great
measure, through the instrumentality of a devoted mother, who could
boast of no worldly affluence or accomplishments, but whose heart was
richly pervaded by the grace of the Spirit, and intensely concerned for
the Saviour’s glory; and who, in times of great difficulty and great
trial, maintained unwavering confidence in the faithful word of promise.

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In truth the mastery of flying was the work of thousands of men–
this man a suggestion and that an experiment, until at last only
one vigorous intellectual effort was needed to finish the work.
But the inexorable injustice of the popular mind has decided
that of all these thousands, one man, and that a man who never flew,
should be chosen as the discoverer, just as it has chosen to
honour Watt as the discoverer of steam and Stephenson of the
steam-engine. And surely of all honoured names none is so
grotesquely and tragically honoured as poor Filmer’s, the timid,
intellectual creature who solved the problem over which the world
had hung perplexed and a little fearful for so many generations,
the man who pressed the button that has changed peace and warfare
and well-nigh every condition of human life and happiness. Never
has that recurring wonder of the littleness of the scientific man
in the face of the greatness of his science found such an amazing
exemplification. Much concerning Filmer is, and must remain,
profoundly obscure–Filmers attract no Boswells–but the essential
facts and the concluding scene are clear enough, and there are
letters, and notes, and casual allusions to piece the whole together.

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The prophet’s message to Eli, “Wherefore the Lord God of Israel said
* * * THEM THAT HONOUR ME, I WILL HONOUR,” (1 Sam. ii. 30,) declares a
fundamental law of the divine government, which the history alike of
individuals and of communities has illustrated in all by-past ages. The
works of many men of eminent talent and remarkable energy–admired in
their own day,–have speedily passed into oblivion, or have been
productive of few permanently salutary results. Despising God, “they
have been lightly esteemed.” Those, on the other hand, who honoured God,
and were devoted to His service–however humble their talents or
position in society,–however contemned and persecuted by the
world–have been honoured of God. Their labours have been accepted to
advance His glory in the earth–their memories have continued long
fragrant, and their principles and character have furnished the most
valuable instruction and the brightest examples to future generations.

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Oft had I shadowed such a group
Of beauties that were born
In teacup times of hood and hoop,
And when the patch was worn;
And legs and arms with love-knots gay.
About me leaped and laughed
The modish Cupid of the day,
And shrilled his tinselled shaft.–Tennyson.
If times differ, human nature and national character vary but little;
and thus, in looking back on former times, we are by turns startled
by what is curiously like, and curiously unlike, our own sayings and
doings.

CHAPTERS.
I.         A SYLLABUB PARTY.
II.       THE HOUSE OF DELAVIE.
III.     AMONG THE COWSLIPS.
IV.      MY LADY’S MISSIVE.
V.        THE SUMMONS.
VI.      DISAPPOINTED LOVE.
VII.    ALL ALONE.
VIII.  THE ENCHANTED CASTLE.

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MILLER (walking quickly up and down the room). Once for all! The
affair is becoming serious. My daughter and the baron will soon be the
town-talk–my house lose its character–the president will get wind of
it, and–the short and long of the matter is, I’ll show the younker the
door.
MRS MILLER. You did not entice him to your house–did not thrust your
daughter upon him!
MILLER. Didn’t entice him to my house–didn’t thrust the girl upon him!
Who’ll believe me? I was master of my own house. I ought to have taken
more care of my daughter. I should have bundled the major out at once,
or have gone straight to his excellency, his papa, and disclosed all.
The young baron will get off merely with a snubbing, I know that well
enough, and all the blame will fall upon the fiddler.

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124 pages of writings by Helen Johnson about life & love.

PREFACE.

An observance of the hand of God in his providences, as well as of his
Spirit in the written Word and in the human heart, has led to the
publication of this book. Though more than twenty years hare passed
since Miss JOHNSON died, her name is like “an ointment poured forth.”
Many who never knew her personally seem to know her well from her
poetic writings: for “as fragrance to the sense of smell, music to the
ear, or beauty to the eye, so is poetry to the sensibilitiheart,–it ministers to a want of our intellectual nature;

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