He said he did not ask me to repeat the
words unless greatly straitened; and that I saw his strength and
power giving way, and when perhaps nothing else could save me.
The dreaded hour of night arrived; and, as he said, I was expelled
from the family residence, and ordered to a byre, or cow-house,
that stood parallel with the dwelling-house behind, where, on a
divot loft, my humble bedstead stood, and the cattle grunted and
puffed below me. How unlike the splendid halls of Dalcastle!
And to what I am now reduced, let the reflecting reader judge.
Lord, thou knowest all that I have done for Thy cause on earth!
Why then art Thou laying Thy hand so sore upon me? Why hast
Thou set me as a butt of Thy malice? But Thy will must be done!
Thou wilt repay me in a better world. Amen.
September 8.--My first night of trial in this place is overpast!
Would that it were the last that I should ever see in this detested
world! If the horrors of hell are equal to those I have suffered,
eternity will be of short duration there, for no created energy can
support them for one single month, or week. I have been buffeted
as never living creature was.
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