The Little Minister eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 429 pages of information about The Little Minister.

The Little Minister eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 429 pages of information about The Little Minister.
me your name,” but “What are you to be?” and one child in every family replied, “A minister.”  He was set apart for the Church as doggedly as the shilling a week for the rent, and the rule held good though the family consisted of only one boy.  From his earliest days Gavin thought he had been fashioned for the ministry as certainly as a spade for digging, and Margaret rejoiced and marvelled thereat, though she had made her own puzzle.  An enthusiastic mother may bend her son’s mind as she chooses if she begins it once; nay, she may do stranger things.  I know a mother in Thrums who loves “features,” and had a child born with no chin to speak of.  The neighbors expected this to bring her to the dust, but it only showed what a mother can do.  In a few months that child had a chin with the best of them.

Margaret’s brother died, but she remained in his single room, and, ever with a picture of her son in a pulpit to repay her, contrived to keep Gavin at school.  Everything a woman’s fingers can do Margaret’s did better than most, and among the wealthy people who employed her—­would that I could have the teaching of the sons of such as were good to her in those hard days!—­her gentle manner was spoken of.  For though Margaret had no schooling, she was a lady at heart, moving and almost speaking as one even in Harvie, where they did not perhaps like her the better for it.

At six Gavin hit another boy hard for belonging to the Established Church, and at seven he could not lose himself in the Shorter Catechism.  His mother expounded the Scriptures to him till he was eight, when he began to expound them to her.  By this time he was studying the practical work of the pulpit as enthusiastically as ever medical student cut off a leg.  From a front pew in the gallery Gavin watched the minister’s every movement, noting that the first thing to do on ascending the pulpit is to cover your face with your hands, as if the exalted position affected you like a strong light, and the second to move the big Bible slightly, to show that the kirk officer, not having had a university education, could not be expected to know the very spot on which it ought to lie.  Gavin saw that the minister joined in the singing more like one countenancing a seemly thing than because he needed it himself, and that he only sang a mouthful now and again after the congregation was in full pursuit of the precentor.  It was noteworthy that the first prayer lasted longer than all the others, and that to read the intimations about the Bible-class and the collection elsewhere than immediately before the last Psalm would have been as sacrilegious as to insert the dedication to King James at the end of Revelation.  Sitting under a minister justly honoured in his day, the boy was often some words in advance of him, not vainglorious of his memory, but fervent, eager, and regarding the preacher as hardly less sacred than the Book.  Gavin was encouraged by his frightened yet admiring mother to saw the air from their pew as the minister sawed it in the pulpit, and two benedictions were pronounced twice a Sabbath in that church, in the same words, the same manner, and simultaneously.

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