The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner HTML version

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WHAT can this work be? Sure, you will say, it must be an allegory; or (as the writer calls
it) a religious PARABLE, showing the dreadful danger of self-righteousness? I cannot
tell. Attend to the sequel: which is a thing so extraordinary, so unprecedented, and so far
out of the common course of human events that, if there were not hundreds of living
witnesses to attest the truth of it, I would not bid any rational being believe it.
In the first place, take the following extract from an authentic letter, published in
Blackwood's Magazine for August, 1823.
"On the top of a wild height called Cowan's-Croft, where the lands of three proprietors
meet all at one point, there has been for long and many years the grave of a suicide
marked out by a stone standing at the head and another at the feet. Often have I stood
musing over it myself, when a shepherd on one of the farms, of which it formed the
extreme boundary, and thinking what could induce a young man, who had scarcely
reached the prime of life, to brave his Maker, and rush into His presence by an act of his
own erring hand, and one so unnatural and preposterous. But it never once occurred to
me, as an object of curiosity, to dig up the mouldering bones of the Culprit, which I
considered as the most revolting of all objects. The thing was, however, done last month,
and a discovery made of one of the greatest natural phenomena that I have heard of in
this country.
"The little traditionary history that remains of this unfortunate youth is altogether a
singular one. He was not a native of the place, nor would he ever tell from what place he
came; but he was remarkable for a deep, thoughtful, and sullen disposition. There was
nothing against his character that anybody knew of here, and he had been a considerable
time in the place. The last service he was in was with a Mr. Anderson, of Eltrive (Ault-
Righ, the King's Burn), who died about 100 years ago, and who had hired him during the
summer to herd a stock of young cattle in Eltrive Hope. It happened one day in the month
of September that James Anderson, his master's son, went with this young man to the
Hope to divert himself. The herd had his dinner along with him, and about one o'clock,
when the boy proposed going home, the former pressed him very hard to stay and take
share of his dinner; but the boy refused for fear his parents might be alarmed about him,
and said he would go home: on which the herd said to him, 'Then, if ye winna stay with
me, James, ye may depend on't I'll cut my throat afore ye come back again.'
"I have heard it likewise reported, but only by one person, that there had been some
things stolen out of his master's house a good while before, and that the boy had
discovered a silver knife and fork that was a part of the stolen property, in the herd's
possession that day, and that it was this discovery that drove him to despair.