THE RECREATIONS OF A COUNTRY PARSON ***
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THE RECREATIONS OF A COUNTRY PARSON.
SECOND SERIES.
A. K. H. BOYD.
BOSTON:
1862.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. CONCERNING THE PARSON'S CHOICE
CHAPTER II. CONCERNING DISAPPOINTMENT AND SUCCESS
CHAPTER III. CONCERNING SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS
CHAPTER IV. CONCERNING CHURCHYARDS
CHAPTER V. CONCERNING SUMMER DAYS
CHAPTER VI. CONCERNING SCREWS
CHAPTER VII. CONCERNING SOLITARY DAYS
CHAPTER VIII. CONCERNING GLASGOW DOWN THE WATER
CHAPTER IX. CONCERNING MAN AND HIS DWELLING-PLACE
CHAPTER X. LIFE AT THE WATER-CURE
CHAPTER XI. CONCERNING FRIENDS IN COUNCIL
CHAPTER XII. CONCERNING THE PULPIT IN SCOTLAND
CHAPTER XIII. CONCERNING FUTURE TEARS
CHAPTER XIV. CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I.
CONCERNING THE PARSON'S CHOICE BETWEEN TOWN AND COUNTRY.
One very happy circumstance in a clergyman's lot, is that he is saved from painful perplexity as regards his choice of the scene in which he is to spend his days and years. I am sorry for the man who returns from Australia with a large fortune; and with no further end in life than to settle down somewhere and enjoy it. For in most cases he has no special tie to any particular place; and he must feel very much perplexed where to go. Should any person who may read this page cherish the purpose of leaving me a hundred thousand pounds to invest in a pretty little estate, I beg that he will at once abandon such a design. He would be doing me no kindness. I should be entirely bewildered in trying to make up my mind where I should purchase the property. I should be rent asunder by conflicting visions of rich English landscape, and heathery Scottish hills: of seaside breezes, and inland meadows: of horse-chestnut avenues, and dark stern pine-woods. And after the estate had been bought, I should always be looking back and thinking I might have done better. So, on the whole, I would prefer that my reader should himself buy the estate, and bequeath it to me: and then I could soon persuade myself that it was the prettiest estate and the pleasantest neighbourhood in Britain.
Now, as a general rule, the Great Disposer says to the parson, Here is your home, here lies your work through life: go and reconcile your mind to it, and do your best in it. No doubt there are men in the Church whose genius, popularity, influence, or luck is such, that they have a bewildering variety of livings pressed upon them: but it is not so with ordinary folk; and certainly it was not so with me. I went where Providence bade me go, which was not where I had wished to go, and not where I had thought to go. Many who know me through the pages which make this and a preceding volume, have said, written, and printed, that I was specially cut out for a country parson, and specially adapted to relish a quiet country life. Not more, believe me, reader, than yourself. It is in every man who sets himself to it to attain the self-same characteristics. It is quite true I have these now: but, a few years since, never was mortal less like them. No cockney set down near Sydney Smith at Foston-le-Clay: no fish, suddenly withdrawn from its native stream: could feel more strange and cheerless than did I when I went to my beautiful country parish, where I have spent such happy days, and which I have come to love so much.
