What moved me more than anything else I experienced
in any school classroom was our Primary 7 teacher Miss Angus reading us the
story of the death of one of the Scottish Covenanters, John Brown of Priesthill
in Ayrshire during the ‘killing times’. The Covenanters refused to compromise
on the values of Presbyterianism and the Scottish Reformation. John Brown apparently
had talken no part in the Covenanter’s military rising: it is said that his
only crime lay in refusing to go to hear the local Episcopalian curate preach,
yet he was shot at the front door of his cottage on 1 May 1685 in the presence
of his pregnant wife and young children by government dragoons led by John
Graham of Claverhouse. Before his death, the story goes that he turned to his
wife, reminded her that when he had proposed marriage to her he had warned her
that the time might come when he would be killed for his faith. ‘Are you
willing to part with me?’ ‘Heartily
willing,’ she replied. ‘This is all I desire,’ he said. ‘I have nothing more to
do than to die.’ He then kissed his children, and Claverhouse himself fired the fatal shot.
‘What do you think of your husband now?’ the dead man’s wife was asked. ‘I aye
thocht muckle o’ him, but never sae muckle as I do this day,’ she replied. What
affected me so deeply was not so much the Covenanter’s faith and courage, but
the sad intensity of the story, and my empathy with the pain of those seeing a
loved one killed before their eyes.
Monday, 1 April 2013
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