THE Parish Church of
Straiton is strangely composed of two portions. There is first the old
aisle, built of hewn stone, with gothic window, and outside staircase.
And then there is the modern white-washed portion, as plain and bald as
may be. The old aisle formed part of the Roman Catholic Church which
stood here before the Reformation, and shews the stress men then laid on
beauty in church architecture. The modern barn-like building, with its
square windows and rough-cast walls, shews the little taste and less
cost our Protestant forefathers expended on the worship of God. In this
way, Straiton Church is a standing parable regarding the two forms of
faith. It is true the building is now purged of its crucifixes and
images, and even the stone cross which once overtopped the gable of the
aisle has been demolished. But piety need not be at war with beauty,
neither does holiness necessarily consort with baldness. It is hoped the
day is coming when we may yet count it a privilege to make the "House of
God" as comely as our circumstances will allow.
In the Churchyard there
are several notable memorials. The oldest stone, which lies immediately
below the Gothic window, bears the following inscription :—" Here rests
the bodie of Mr John M'Quorne, younger, in hope of the joyful
resurrection. He died in peace, ist May, 1612, aged 23. VIXL VIVO MELIVS.
OPTIME VIVAM." (I have lived: I am living better • I shall yet live best
of all). This young man was son of the second minister of Straiton, who
was translated from May bole to Straiton in 1598. His father,
unfortunately, was afterwards deposed for drunkenness.
There is also a Martyr's
Stone, with the following lines-upon it:—
"Here lies Thomas M'Haffie,
Martyr, 1686.
Though I was sick and like
to die
Yet bloody Bruce did murder me,
Because I adhered in my station
To our Covenanted Reformation.
My blood for vengeance yet doth call
Upon Zion's haters all."
This Covenanter was son
of the farmer at Largs, near the village. He had hid himself in a glen
on the farm of Linfairn, but being seized with fever, and having taken
refuge in a house near at hand, he was dragged out of his bed and shot
on the road. The last two lines of the epitaph are somewhat
bloodthirsty, but we must remember that they were written not by the
martyr but by some versifier for him.
In this Churchyard are
also buried several generations of the M'Cosh's of Carskeoch, near
Patna, whose family tree has blossomed in these modern days into
Ex-President James M'Cosh, of Princeton College, New Jersey, United
States. Some years ago, I remember having gone, by arrangement, to
preach at Straiton, and found that the President was there, staying for
a few days with his sister, the late Mrs M'Adam, of Dalmorton. He came
into the vestry that morning, and asked leave to preach for me, as it
was the last opportunity, he thought, he should have of preaching in the
church of his boyhood. I, of course, consented, and he chose as the
subject of his remarks those verses in the 16th chapter of John, which
set forth the office and work of the Holy Spirit. At the conclusion, he
spoke a few words about his early connection with Straiton Church, and
pointed out the pew in which he used to sit. In those days, he said, the
whole family were in the habit of walking every Sunday to church across
the moor (4 miles), and returning after service. All the young lads of
his own nge whom he knew at that time were now dead, many of them having
wasted their lives through strong drink. He had thought it right to
leave the Church of Scotland, and even Scotland itself; but though
living in America, he had still a warm side to his native land, his
native parish, and the old church round which his fathers were resting,
and he was glad to have this opportunity of saying these things within
its walls.
After service, I was
invited to dine with the President at the Manse. He was very pleasant
and affable, dwelling much on old times and persons. I asked him how he
liked the Americans, and mentioned that I had heard they used ministers
there as they used oranges—suck all the juice out them, and then fling
them away. He said it might be so in some cases, but they certainly had
not so used him. If I might judge from what I heard that day, I should
say that the President could never have been a pulpit orator, although
there was a certain homely earnestness about his words which had their
own effect. But he had found his life-work in training students, and
writing philosophical treatises—the most popular of these being the
Method of the Divine government In this way he has become a man of mark,
a credit to Straiton, to Ayrshire, and to the Presbyterian Church
generally. The oldest member of the M'Cosh family buried in Straiton
Churchyard is Jasper M'Cosh, who died in 1729; and I remember the old
President (now in his 81st year), when he came out of the church, went
to look at the stone, told me it was the oldest record of his family he
could trace, said he would never see it again, and then stooped down and
affectionately patted the weather-worn memorial, as he took his final
leave of it.