October 29, 1854.
We went to Kirk, as
usual, at twelve o’clock. The service was performed by the Rev.
Norman McLeod, of Glasgow, son of Dr. McLeod, and anything finer I
never heard. The sermon, entirely extempore, was quite admirable; so
simple, and yet so eloquent, and so beautifully argued and put. The
text was from the account of the coming of Nicodemus to Christ by
night; St. John, chapter 3. Mr. McLeod showed in the sermon how we
all tried to please self, and live for that, and in so doing found
no rest. Christ had come not only to die for us, but to show how we
were to live. The second prayer was very touching; his allusions to
us were so simple, saying, after his mention of us, “bless their
children.” It gave me a lump in my throat, as also when he prayed
for “the dying, the wounded, the widow, and the orphans.” Every one
came back delighted; and how satisfactory it is to come back from
church with such feelings! The servants and the Highlanders, all
were equally delighted.