Lives of the Lindsays, Or, a Memoir of the House of Crawford and Balcarres
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Martin Lindsay, Sir Henry (Lindsay) rep. of Dowhill. Bethune, Bart., of Kilconquhar. : ; Sttocs of t$t aunitfapsf A MEMOIR OF THE HOUSES CRAWFORD AND BALCARRES, LORD LINDSAY. TO WHICH ARE ADDED, EXTRACTS FROM THE OFFICIAL CORRESPONDENCE OF ALEX. SIXTH EARL OF BALCARRES, DURING THE MAROON WAR; TOGETHER WITH PERSONAL NARRATIVES BY HIS BROTHERS, THE HON. ROBERT, COLIN, JAMES, JOHN, AND HUGH LINDSAY. VOL. I. WIGAN PRINTED BY C. S. SIMMS. 1840. B "MY THOUGHTS ARE WITH THE DEAD; WITH THEM I LIVE IN LONG-PAST YEARS; THEIR VIRTUES LOVE, THEIR FAULTS CONDEMN, PARTAKE THEIR HOPES AND FEARS; AND FROM THEIR LESSONS SEEK AND FIND INSTRUCTION WITH AN HUMBLE MIND." SOU THEY. — INTRODUCTORY LETTER. My dearest Coutts and Margaret, It was for your instruction and amusement that I undertook some years ago the compilation of the follow- ing memoir of our family—I now present it to you with every kind and affectionate wish. Do not allow yourselves to fall into the common pre- judice, that Genealogy is a dry, uninteresting study Lethe's wharf her paradise, and her votary dull as the weed that fattens there. The Spirit of Discovery breathes expectation as eager, and enjoyment as in- tense, into the heart of the enthusiastic Genealogist as into that of a Bruce or a Humboldt. His researches re- semble theirs ; he journeys, as it were, into the moun- tains of an unexplored land, where peaks beyond peaks bound the horizon as far as the eye can reach, their snowy pinnacles glittering in the sun, while clouds of darkness rest on their sides and conceal their bases. But, as he ascends, the clouds open to receive and dis- appear below him, and, while he is lost to the sight of a 4 Vlll INTRODUCTORY LETTER. those who watch him from the plain, the bonds by which those mighty thrones of Nature are allied are clearly revealed to him ; peaks, hitherto undescried, arise to greet him as he advances ; mountain-rills, whose accu- mulating waters spread verdure and fertility through other regions than those he has left behind, refresh him with their grateful murmur ; while, wherever he wan- ders, the fruits of knowledge hang luxuriantly around him, in fragrant clusters, reserved for his hand alone to gather. Such, intellectually, is the pilgrimage of the Genealogist.—He starts with a few isolated names in view—the sole remembrances that Time has spared of the race whose origin and early annals he is ambitious of elucidating. Rolls of charters are laid before him ; he examines them one by one, his rapid eye recognising at once, in the body or among the witnesses of the do- cument, the one familiar name, the object of his enquiry. By his side lie the tablets wherein he registers each newly discovered clansman, with exact reference to the date and purport of the deed that testifies of his existence. Nothing wearies him. Chieftains start to light whose very names have been forgotten ; the casual hint of re- lationship thrills through him—and if he unexpectedly light upon a charter to some holy shrine, the granter confirming the gifts of by-gone ancestors and adding to them himself, brothers and children consenting to the donation, and kinsmen witnessing it, his heart throbs, his cheek burns, and his hand quivers with rapture as he transcribes a document, which at a glance reveals to INTRODUCTORY LETTER. IX him a long avenue of ancestral dead, eyeing him grimly through the gloom, like corpses in a vault of the Guanches. And then, with a quick and feverish step, he hurries to his closet, and there, arranging his notes in chronological order, broods over them in silence, till a ray of light flashes from among them—the warriors of old time arise and defile before him ; a patriarch leads the array, his children follow after him, and their sons and grandsons, gliding side by side, close the ghostly procession. Nor is it a mere dream, for they assume the very rank, and defile in the very order of time, in which the eye of the antiquary has just discovered that they lived. — Is his task over ? 'tis scarce as yet begun. Now let him invoke Biography—now let him emerge from night into day, from genealogical gloom into the blaze of his- tory ; now and henceforward let him accompany his chosen people—emancipated, like the American Indians, from the subterranean world their ancestors have so long dwelt in—through all their wanderings on this upper earth ; chronicling their loves, their hates—their joys, their sorrows—their errors, their virtues ; esti- mating their influence on the world they lived in, and deducing lessons of principle from their conduct and its consequences, which may be beneficial to hundreds yet unborn of emulating descendants. There is, indeed, something indescribably sublime in the idea of a race of human beings influencing society — X INTRODUCTORY LETTER. through a series of ages, either by the avatars, at distant intervals, of heroes, poets, and philosophers, whose names survive among us, familiar as household words, for cen- turies after their disappearance, or by the continuous developement of genius, wisdom, and virtue, through successive generations, till the name which has been thus immortalized becomes at last, through the experi- ence of mankind, presumptive of worth in the individuals who bear it. A Genealogical Biography which should make us as intimately acquainted with such a race as if, like its guardian angel, we had watched over it from its birth —would surpass in interest the brightest pictures of romance, would be the most engaging portrait of hu- man nature that, fallen as that nature is, the pencil of Truth could delineate. Few, however, are the families whose annals the world would judge worthy of such investigation, and it is not therefore to the Public that I think Family History—to use the expression in its most dignified sense—should, in general, be addressed ; it is not, I repeat, for public but private use, that I have compiled these " Lives of the Lindsays." Every family should have a record of its own. Each has its peculiar spirit, running through the whole line, and, in more or less developement, perceptible in every generation. Rightly viewed, as a most powerful but much neglected instrument of education, I can imagine no study more rife with pleasure and instruction. Nor need our ancestors have been Scipios or Fabii to INTRODUCTORY LETTER. XI interest us in their fortunes. We do not love our kin- dred for their glory or their genius, but for those do- mestic affections and private virtues that, unobserved by the world, expaud in confidence towards ourselves, and often root themselves, like the banian of the East, and flourish with independent vigour in the heart to which a kind Providence has guided them. And why should we not derive equal benefit from studying the virtues of our forefathers ? An affectionate regard for their me- mory is natural to the heart ; it is an emotion totally distinct from pride,—an ideal love, free from that con- sciousness of requited affection and reciprocal esteem, which constitutes so much of the satisfaction we derive from the love of the living. They are denied, it is true, to our personal acquaintance, but the light they shed during their lives survives within their tombs, and will reward our search if we explore them. Be their light, then, our beacon,—not the glaring light of heroism which emblazons their names in the page of history with a lustre as cold, though as dazzling, as the gold of an heraldic illuminator, but the pure and sacred flame that descends from heaven on the altar of a Christian heart, and that warmed their naturally frozen affections till they produced the fruits of piety, purity and love, evinced in holy thoughts and good actions, of which many a record might be found in the annals of the past, would we but search for them, and in which we may find as strong incentives to virtuous emulation as we gather every day from those bright examples of living Xll INTRODUCTORY LETTER. worth, which it is the study of every good man to imi- tate.—And if the virtues of strangers be so attractive to us, how infinitely more so should be those of our own kindred, and with what additional energy should the precepts of our parents influence us, when we trace the transmission of those precepts from father to son through successive generations, each bearing the testimony of a virtuous, useful, and honourable life to their truth and influence, and all uniting in a kind and earnest exhorta- tion to their descendants, so to live on earth that—fol- lowers of Him through whose grace alone we have power to obey Him—we may at last be re-united with those who have been before and those who shall come after us, " No wanderer lost, A family in heaven !" Unfortunately, that private history and those personal anecdotes which give a juster view of character than the pages either of the genealogist or the historian, must be sought for through so many ancient records and forgot- ten volumes, that, unless an industrious hand collect and class them in due order, much time would be lost and an ordinary curiosity wearied out in the enquiry.