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A memorial of the life [et] death of two vvorthye Christians, Robert Campbel of the Kinyeancleugh, and his wife, Elizabeth Campbel In English meter.
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Davidson, John, ca. 1549-1603.
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earth he onely at that houre In trouble was my comfortoure The cause at length of all this cace I haue shawen in an other place There were we welcome with the hart Unto that kinde Lord of Cathkart With whome we lodged all that night The nixt day raid to Rusko right Where that most noble Laird foretald Dwelt for the time with his houshald Nowe all that day while there we raid Gude Robert was as blyth and glaid As euer he had bene before So when we were come there but more The Princely house that we sawe there I am not able to declare It wald consume large tyme and space To tell the order of that place What comelie seruice but and ben With the great number al 's of men That do assemble in that Hall At melted tyme as we it call Whereto should I ought of it say For it is like a young Abbay Abundance baith of meat and drinke To man and boy at burde and binke With ordour and ciuilitie That might serue in the in countrie Now Robert at tyme of Supper According to his graue maner Did talke of matters modestlie Quhilk alwaies were to edifie Quhairto the Larde gaue right gude eare The rest with silence al 's did heare So supper done our prayers red We bound vs shortly to our bed For Robert had ane vse al-whare With God to be familiare Be publict prayer Euen and Morne His house and familie beforne And by that when he was at hame Twise in the day he thought no shame To passe vntill his wood neerby Upon his God to call and cry With many sobbe and sigh for sinne That momently he did fall in And for the great rebellion Of this vnhappie Nation So plaine vnthankfull in all places To our gude God for his great graces Gif this gude man sight every day Allace what shall we wretches say Quha twise perchance enters not in In halfe a yeare to sigh for sinne Gif this gude-man wha tuke sic care To serue his God baith late and are Found so great matter of mourning Within and out Morne and Euening What vglie filth and floods of sin Think we wretches is vs within That takes no thought of right or wrang Bot ane day come ane other gang And le ts hale moneths whiles passe by Our selues or we begin to try â—o what hudge heaps growes sinne trow we In vs this time that we oversee I speak not of meere godlesse men That God and all goodnes misken And thinks their onely happinesse In wicked life and filthinesse Bot of our selues now I speak here Professing vs Gods Children deere Alace what cause haue we to murne For sinne Bot now let vs returne On Easter even to beds we past Where all that night he gat gude rest Bot mare rest he gat litle heir While his body was brought on beir For on Pasche day after he rais In tyme of putting on his clais He sayes my head is somewhat sare Quhilk sore sank in minde but mare The prayers done he sayes but lane I trow I man lye downe agane Bot yet I will go forth and see Gif that my head will better be Sa passing forth could not remaine Bot forced till come in againe In naked bed laid him downe thare It was his dead ill what shuld mare Bot twa daies past or any kend What seiknes this was God him send Thairafter we persaued plaine That the hotte feauers brought that paine All meanes 〈◊〉 vsed him to cure With diligence ye may be sure That were thought meet to make him hale Bot mannis trauell cannot avale Against the purpose of the Lord Bot this one thing I man record The Larde and Lady of that place Were wondrous carefull in this cace And visite him baith frequentlie Commanding things abundantlie Be their seruands to be brought there That needfull were and necessere The young Shireff seing the cace How his dear kinsman in that place Wha for his cause was then come thare Sa farre from hame handled sa sare With heauie hart did sigh and mone That he was like to lose sic one Wha was sa louing kind and wise And needfull in all interprise The Shireffs wife with hart full sare Him visited also late and are Though I speak nothing of my sell There had I the strongst battell 〈◊〉 to that day on earth I fand â—uhilk few folk there did vnderstand 〈◊〉 man there bot onely he 〈◊〉 we my state and adversitie 〈◊〉 is not needfull heere to shaw Bot God quha did my trouble knaw 〈◊〉 neuer left me in distresse That time left me not comfortlesse Bot after fighting dayes thrie At length granted sic victorie That I was gladly weill content To God his will far to consent Whether it should be death or life That God would send him without strife For like Heathen we should not be That mournes but 〈◊〉 as we see Sen we know we 〈…〉 againe In Heauen for euer to remaine Whereto gif I had not tane tent I had great matter to lament To me he was so comfortable It to expresse I am not able Alswell in comfort spirituall As in these comforts temporall And that all for the lufe he 〈◊〉 To me in Christ ye may be sure In tyme of this his sicknesse sare He made me read baith late and are The whole Psalmes twise ouer in prose That serued most for his purpose Al 's in the tyme that there he lay The waightie words that he did say And godly sentences 〈◊〉 hie Were worthie of all memorie Gif that the shortnes of our Ryme Had vs permitted at this tyme Yet this may well be mentiond heere He said to me brother â—awe neere I haue bene fighting heere this houre And nowe am standing in the stoure With Sathan that old enemie Obiecting this most earnestly Though I did godlines pretend Gods gloir yet did I not defend When I heard men blaspheme his name In Land and Burgh a Feild at hame Keeping silence and wist nat why This in my care nowe he dois cry Urgeing my great hypocrisie Bot I am sure of victorie In this point as in many other Through my deare Christ yet hereof brother I thought good warning you to giue That while on earth here ye do liue Ye take heed how 〈◊〉 run your race Againe ye come to this my cace God grant heir of I make true vse Where euer I heare sic abuse That faithfull here I may be found Sen God se straightly hes me bound To do my Christian dewitte In staying so great blasphemie Quhilk so aboundeth far and neir That sorrowfull it is to heir Alace gif Sathan durst accuse This feruent man who ay did vse All meanes sic swearers to amend The most of any man I kend How fearfull will his 〈◊〉 be 〈◊〉 many one in this Cuntrie The feare of God wha dois professe Yea mair quhilk I vg to expresse Some that should season with their salt Others ar guiltie of this
falt Wha can sit still and smoothlie heere Their companie baith banne and swere Which euill custome drawes on also Themselues to swearing or they go Great cause sall sic haue to lament Except in tyme they do repent His other speaches all are pend In prose as after shall be kend He craued one thing feruentlie That he might end this miserie From time he sawe some of the Kirk Not vprightly beginne to wirk Bot Christ his cause for to betray This speach on dead bed when he lay He vttered oft with hart full sare Crauing dissoluing without mare Bot cheiflie sen the Assemblie Halden the date of seuentie thrie And saxt of March where many man In Edinburgh assembled than The double dealing he saw thare Past neuer from his heart but mare Na seiknes could make him forget That last Assemblie as it set Touching the quhilk what he spake thare Now is not needfull to declare Gods iust Iudgements he did foresee Approching fast to this Cuntrie When some said Sir why do ye craue So earnestly this lyfe to laue He sayd Brethren sawe ye I wisse The sight I see of heauenly blisse And contrarewise gif ye did see A blink of that great misery That vnto Scotland fast doth hy Ye wald wish death as well as I So great is our ingratitude Persauing then 〈◊〉 to conclude That he wes to depart this life He sent hame quicklie for his wife Quha but all tarying came thare Fra she got word with heart full sare She raid that wilsome wearie way Neir fourtie myles on Law Sunday Be she had beene there dayes thrie He parted from this miserie Till heauens blisse I am right sure His soule on Thursday next did sure So gude Iohn Knox he followed sone Within a yeare and halfe was gone Then did the Lard of Lochinvar With all the Cuntrie far and naâ—â— In ane litter his corps bring downe On Fryday to Dammellintoune That night fyfteene nights he didly There blyth and glaid as he came by That night his body brought on beir An haâ—stie change we may see heir In earth is na mair constancie Then wherefore pride-full should we be Or in these earthlie things confyde As we were euer heir to byde Sen we see all of women borne Bot this day hâ—ir away to morne Bot ane kennis not another gude On Saterday then to conclude The four and twentie of Aprile The Lairds and Gentil-men of Kyle Yea baith of high and lawe degrie Met him therewith sic Assemblie As was not seene in Kyle before This hundreth yeares and many more Many wette cheaks at that meeting There might be seene with sare sighing It wald haue made anes hart full sare To see the meeting that was thare Though they knewe he was well but doubt Yet their affections bursted out And could not let them to lament For losse of sic an Instrument So they receiued the corps that day From Lochinvar and Galloway And with all honour did it bring Unto the Kirkyard of Machling Where they did burie him but mare And sa I leaue him lyand thare And will speake something of his wife Wha shortly after left this life For as thay were baith ioynd in hart Sa death almost could not them part And as in life thay did agrie So death could not keepe them sundrâ—â— For in Aprill the twentie tway He did depart in Galloway In Iune next she gaue vp the ghost About the midst of it almost In the hote feauer she also Out of this miserie did go In Iames Bannareins house of Air For short before she had past thare Thinking to liue most quietly Among that godly company For the hale race of all that hous Of Kinyeancleugh are right zealous And of lang tyme hes sa bene kend The Lord assist thame to the end For Robert and this Iames of Air Sister and brother barnis ware And sa nane meeter she could finde For to remaine withall behinde Bot God had ordaind what should mair That she should end her life in Air Fra her husband wes brought on beir She had no pleasure longer heir Bot did desire most hartfullie At Gods pleasure with him to be Quhilk she obteined in short space And so was caried to that place In the Kirkyarde where he dois ly Of Machling and layd hard him by Lang may ye seek to finde sic tway As God there nowe hes tane away For what man he was I haue told Of singular graces manifold And as for her the trueth to tell Among women she bure the bell During her daies in her degrie In godlines and honestie Of Iudgement rypest in Gods Law Of any woman that I knaw In Gods buke she was so verse it That scarce wald men trow to rehearse it Of so excellent memorie And al 's of sic dexteritie Gods word to vse to her comfort And theirs who did to her resort That her to heare it was delyte In Scriptures she was so perfyte Quhilk was not words and babling vaine Bot words with knawledge ioynd certaine Quhilk in her life she did expresse By doing as shee did prosesse All Gods true seruants far and neir She did esteeme as Freinds most deir And neuer loued societie With any godlesse companie Baith wise and provident was sho In houshold things she had ado Quhat should I say this woman od Was his great comfort vnder God And doubtles was of God a blessing Of speciall gifts after his wishing So for to end as I began I wait sic ane woman and man Of so many gude properties Of rare and heauenly qualities Is not in Scotland left behind Whais waytaking we be not blind Should make vs clearlie vnderstand That Gods iust Iudgments are at hand To punish the Rebellion Of this maist stubborne nation Who to Gods will dois not attend For no punition he dois send For we may easilie considder The waytaking of thir together Of so excellent behaueours And that almost bot in their flowers For nane of them was past throughlie The age of fourtie yeares and thrie Is not for nought what euer it be That is to followe hastelie For why sic as the Lord God loues Before the plague he oft remoues According as the Scripture sayes Quhilk shortned good Iosias dayes With many others that are past And that great plagues approched fast Gude Robert as we heard before Foresawe and plainly did deplore As all man grant as well as he That hes Iudgment or eies to see Therefore sen they are tane away For to fore warne vs all I say That God is reddy for to come With plagues to punish all and some That dois delight in wickednes In reif murther and filthines And covatyce whereof they grow Quhilk this hale Cuntrie dois ouerflow And all the lang rebellion To God within this Nation Whose Iudgements now we see appeare And their forerunners drawing neere Let vs with all the speed we can Go hide vs with the prudent man That seis the plague while it is far And hydes himselfe or it come nar By turning vnto Christ our King And hyding vs vnder his wing Wha in all tempest wind and preace Is our refuge and hyding place As Isay in the thirtie tway Of that his Prophecie dois say So we of safetie shall be sure What euer plagues euill men endure On whome that great day but releif Shall suddainely come as a theif And turne in twinkling of ane eye Their Ioy and mirth to miserie And we shall passe for evermore To raigne with Christ our King in glore Who saued vs and none but he Bearing our sinnes vpon the tree To whome therefore euer be praise And to the Father eik alwaies And to the holy Spirit most free One onely God and persones three FINIS