The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1904-05-24

yir laddie, Oh! for he promised tae
come, and ave feenished ma psalm.
And in Gods house for evermore
My dwelling place shall be.
"Gie me the kiss, mlther, for ave
been waltiI' for we, an all sumo be
asleep"
1.-The grey morning light fell on
Drumshough, still holding his friend s
cold hand, and staring at a hearth
where the fire had died down into
white ashes; but the peace on the
doctors face was of one who rested
from his labours.''
The story of the grief in the glen
over the death of this Doctor of the
old School is the climax of Barrie S
matchless pen portrait of William Nc
Lure. Surely no funeral is like unto
that of doctor for Dathos and a
peculiar sadness fell on that company
as his body was carried out, who, for
nearly half century had been their
help in sickness and had beaten back
death time after time from their door.
Death after all was victor, for the man
that saved them had not been able to
save himself" The closing words OF
the story that makes doctor of the
old School immortal is as follows
$50 the Glen he loved laid him to
rest.
when the bcdrel had finished his
work and the turf had been spread,
Lord Kilspindie spoke:
Friends of Drumtochty, it would
+ not be right that we should part in
silence and no man say what is in
every h cart. We have buried the re-
mains Of one that served this Glen
with n devotion that has known
no reserve, and a kindness that never
failed, for more than forty years. 1
have seen many brave men in my day,
but no man in the trenches of Sebas-
topol carried himself more knightly
than William Mcclure. You will
never have heard from his lips what
may tell you today, that my father
secured for him a valuable post in
his younger days and he preferred to
work among his own people; and |
wished to do many things for him
when he was old, but he would have
Inothing for himself. He will never
be forgotten, While one of us lives,
and 1 pray that all doctors everywhere
may share his spirit. If it be your
pleasure / shall erect a cross above
his grave, and shall ask my old friend
and companion, DR.. Davidson, your
minister, to choose the text to be in
scribed."
I'VE thank you, Lord Kilspindie, -
said the doctor, for your presence
with us in our sorrow and your tribute
to the memory of William Mcclure,
and l choose this for his text:
Greater love hath no man than
this, that a man lay down his life
for his friends.
Milton was, at that time, held in
the ponds of a very bitter theology,
and his indignation was stirred by this
unqualified eulogium.
mo doubt DR.. Mcclure he'd mony
natural virtues. an he did his wark
weel, but it was a peety he didna max
mair profession o. releegion."
when William MacLure appears
before the Judge, Milton" said Lach-
ian Campbell, who that day spoke his
last words in public, and they We're
in defence of charity. "I1e will not
be asking him about his professions,
for. the DOCTORS judgment hass been
ready long ago; and it ISIS a good
Judgment, and you and l will be hap
py men if we get the like of it.
cit ISIS written in the Gospel but it
ISIS William Mcclure that will not be
expecting Il.
What is't, Lachian?" asked Jamie
Soutar. eagerly -o
The old man, now very feeble, stood
in the middle of the road. and his
face once so hard, was softened into
winsOmes tenderness.
"'Come, We blessed of Ny Father.
. | was sick, and We visited Me +"