Argyle in those days was one of the great men of Scotland, if not the greatest.  He was recognized in the Council as overshadowing his associates, in personal excellence, public-spiritedness, trustworthiness, and executive ability.  He was a fine scholar, masterly statesman, wealthy landlord, brave soldier, and faithful Covenanter.  His magnificent estate lay in Argyleshire, where the mountains are fringed with lochs in the most picturesque manner.  The scenery is charming.  One summer evening as our ship passed along the broken coast, a sunset of surpassing beauty scattered its blending colors in rich profusion over clouds, hills, vales, and lochs.  The scenery was panoramic and enchanting.  But greater gorgeousness than a thousand sunsets fell upon the outlook, at the remembrance of the famous Argyle, himself and his wife and children; his home, hearth, altar, Covenant, and martyrdom What incomparable grandeur where such hallowed associations throw their colors!

When Charles had first been placed on the throne, ten years previous, Argyle had the honor of setting the crown upon his head.  The king at that time feigned great friendship and respect for him.  He sought, and received, counsel from Argyle in apparent meekness and with evident appreciation.  On one occasion he remained nearly all night with him in prayer, for preparation and fitness to rule the kingdom.  He even sought Argyle’s daughter in marriage.  Such was the former intimacy of the king with Argyle.  But once again on the throne, he determined to crush the Covenanters, and Argyle was his first victim.

When Cromwell was conquering Scotland, Argyle fought him till further resistance was useless.  He even then refused to sign the declaration of submission, but agreed to keep the peace.  This agreement with Cromwell was the main charge preferred against Argyle.  He was tried and convicted.  The sentence was passed upon him on Saturday; he was executed on the following Monday.  He eloquently defended himself.  It was a scene highly tragical—­this calm, innocent, dignified man, looking into the face of his accusers and over-awing them with his bold vindication, and pathetic appeal for justice.  Kneeling down he received his sentence, which was death by decapitation, his head to be placed above one of the city gates, as a gruesome warning to all Covenanters.  Argyle arose from his knees and, looking upon his judicial murderers, calmly said, “I had the honor to set the crown on the king’s head, and now he hastens me to a better crown than he owns.”  The real cause of his death was his devotion to the Covenant, and the solemn admonitions he had tendered the king.

His wife, hearing of the decree of death, hastened to his prison.  “They have given me till Monday to be with you,” said he.  The stricken woman was overcome.  “The Lord will require it; the Lord will require it;” said she in tumultuous grief.  “Forbear, forbear!” replied Argyle, “for I truly pity them:  they know not what they do.”  He was filled with inexpressible joy at the thought of honoring Christ with his blood The fear of death was gone Heaven was so near; glory was ready to break upon him; the Lord was soon to be seen face to face.  He went to his execution like a prince to his coronation This was the Stephen of that age, and this the persecution that scattered the Covenanters.