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Richard Cameron (1648? \u2013 1680)<\/h2>\n
Cameron of the Covenant stood Sanquhar Town, 12 June 1680. A band of about twenty horsemen are clattering up the High Street to the Town Cross. People are running to see them. \u2018It\u2019s Richie!\u2019 they cry, \u2018it\u2019s Richie Cameron! Here are the Hillmen!\u2019 It is Richard Cameron, Lion of the Covenant, a Richard Coeur-de-Lion, indeed, with some of the faithful remnant. He and his brother Michael dismount. The others form a circle about them. It is the first anniversary of the Bothwell Brig slaughter, and for the murder of their comrades, this is their answer\u2014the inestimably brave Sanquhar Declaration. In clear and solemn tones, Michael Cameron reads that they \u2018disown Charles Stuart, who hath been reigning, or rather tyrannizing, as we may say, on the throne of Britain these years bygone, as having any right, title to, or interest in, the said crown of Scotland for Government, as forfeited several years since by his perjury and breach of covenant both to God and His Kirk, and usurpation of His Crown and Royal Prerogatives therein . . . As also we, being under the standard of our Lord Jesus Christ, Captain of Salvation, do declare a war with such a tyrant and usurper, and all the men of his practices, as enemies to our Lord Jesus Christ, and His Cause and Covenants, and against all such as have strengthened him . . . As also we disown, and, by this, resent the reception of the Duke of York, that professed Papist, as repugnant to our principles and vows to the Most High God.\u2019 That high-born wretch, the Duke of York, had sneeringly threatened to make parts of Scotland like a hunting field. From the hunt\u00aded, who knew him as \u2018the devil\u2019s lieutenant\u2019, this was the answer. Thomas Campbell nailed up the fearless words. Another prayer, a verse or two of a Psalm, and those men of forfeited lives disappeared among their welcoming hills. Eight years later, the Lords Spiritual and Temporal, and the Commons of England, with the Estates of Scotland, flung out King James Stuart, and put William and Mary upon the British throne. It was but a following of the brave, resolute few of the Sanquhar Declaration. As Carlyle has it, \u2018How many earnest rugged Cromwells, Knoxes, poor peasant Coven\u00ad\u00adanters wrestling, battling for very life, in rough miry places, have to struggle, and suffer, and fall, greatly censured, be\u00admired, before a beautiful Revolution of Eighty-Eight can step over them in official pumps and silk stockings with uni\u00adver\u00adsal three times three!\u2019 Richard Cameron truly prophesied, \u2018Ours is a standard which shall overthrow the Throne of Britain.\u2019 It did.<\/p>\n * * *<\/p>\n To-day Northern Ireland is probably the most evangelically Christian part of Britain. This is the work of God. Had the south of the island known the gracious change experienced by the rest of Britain at the glorious Reformation, the history of our nation, religiously, socially and politically, would have been vastly different, and all for the better. It does not carry the light of the Reformation, the light of the gospel. But Ulster is part of God\u2019s answer. And Ulster is a Covenanting triumph, and it was right that the last crushing blows against Stuart Romanism should be struck by Covenanter and Puritan at Londonderry, Enniskillen and the Boyne. It was in Ulster that Covenanters with Puritans settled in their godly thousands, and moved, as they termed it, \u2018from one bloody land to another\u2019. The \u2018No Surrender\u2019 of Derry is the echo of the Coven\u00adanter cry, \u2018The Lord our Righteousness.\u2019 And so the blessing of God on the generations has lasted through the centuries, and is there to-day. It is not political partition only that is in Ireland. It is a fundamental partition. It is that be\u00adtween people and people, between the open Bible and pure evangelical faith, and a power that would draw back again into a dense darkness from which there has been a merciful deliverance. But there are two great dangers in Ulster as else\u00adwhere in this country. These are mere nominal Protestantism and Modernism. May the people so blessedly placed inherit their heritage, winning Christ! The present compilers of the Scottish National Dictionary have not forgotten Ulster either, and say, \u2018The Scottish National Dictionary deals with the vocabulary of literary and spoken Scots, including the dialects of the mainland, Orkney, Shetland and Ulster from 1700 to the present day.\u2019 Ulster is a British Covenanting triumph, and God\u2019s blessing still is there. May the people speaking the language of their fathers, speak it in the Grace of God, as their fathers most clearly did. The United States of America, too, is a great result of the further development of the Reformation in the orderings of the Most High. It might have been settled by Spanish or Portuguese, and therefore, now been as South America, Romish, backward and dark. But in genius and constitution, in its strong depths and on its grand heights, it is a Protestant land. This is because of a people, such a people, in moral and spiritual stature incomparable, the finest expositors of Scripture ever known, the English Puritans. Carrying banished men and women, with their little children, the Mayflower was an earnest of a summer of spiritual bloom to be followed by a great harvest. The people of God suffer but to reign. Through going the way of the cross there was for them a fulfilment of the promise of the love and grace of God. And so these blood-brothers of the Covenanters went out and founded a nation like their own\u2014lands of free men, lands of the gospel of the grace of Christ from which to other races the message of the redeeming love of God has been taken forth unceasingly. It was King Charles Stuart that caused these people to go, but God meant it unto good. Other ships were making ready to sail, but Charles of Divine Right imperiously forbade their going. Had he but known he would have had them go, and that quickly, for two of the names of the would-be Pilgrim Colonists were Oliver Cromwell and John Hampden! Oh those days of seeming calamity to those brave and noble hearts! Those were days of the planting of the Lord. The British Commonwealth and the United States of America owe much to sufferers for His Name\u2019s sake, enduring and achieving by faith.<\/p>\n * * *<\/p>\n Alan Cameron, believing merchant in Falkland, Fife, had three sons of whom Richard was the eldest. The other two, Michael and Alexander, were also believers, and followed the Covenanting banner of blue. The only daughter, Marion, was a sincere Christian woman who died at the hands of violent dragoons. After his university days, Richard Cameron was a school\u00admaster, but he knew not the Saviour. Sometimes he listened to the here-on-earth-to-day and there-in-heaven-to-morrow field preachers, and one day, obtaining mercy and finding grace, listened unto life. His own voice was soon heard among theirs, as of a trumpet clear and certain, and thousands listened to him. He was white-hot himself and had little use for the lukewarm. By his sincere example he inspired many. Even in the cold shadow of the gallows, just before they went into his Presence, there were those who testified to the blessing of God by him. But flat, haven-affording Holland soon had to receive him, and from that easy vantage point along with other exiles he often looked back with loving longing on \u2018the land of blood\u2019. While abroad godly hands were laid on his head, and he was set apart to the work to which he was surely called\u2014the ministry of the gospel. After Brown, and Koelman, a Dutch minister, had lifted their hands, the great McWard kept his upon Cameron\u2019s light brown locks saying, \u2018Here is the head of a faithful minister and servant of Jesus Christ who shall lose the same for his Master\u2019s interest, and it shall be set up before sun and moon in the public view of the world.\u2019 A Covenanting minister\u2019s ordination! Secretly he got back to Scotland, and soon his name was linked with the very fragrant names of Cargill, Welwood and Hall. Donald Cargill, \u2018blest singular Christian, faithful mini\u00adster and martyr\u2019; Henry Hall of Haugh-head, \u2018worthy gentle\u00adman, martyr and partaker of Christ\u2019s sufferings\u2019; and \u2018bur\u00addened and temperate John Welwood,\u2019 who, seeing from his cold den his last dawn upon his native hills, said, \u2018Wel\u00adcome Eternal Light, no more night or darkness for me.\u2019 The course of Richard Cameron was as swift and bright as that of a blazing meteor. He was fiercely hunted, but kindly housed, and although there was a huge price on his head, there was none that would betray him. Closely sought, he was ever sheltered; greatly loved, and that unto death, ever with his brother Michael by his side. His sermons were full of the warm welcoming love of the Lord Jesus Christ for poor helpless sinners: \u2018Will ye take him? Tell us what ye say! These hills and mountains around us witness that we have offered him to ye this day. Angels are wondering at this offer. They stand beholding with admiration that our Lord is giving ye such an offer this day. They will go up to report at the Throne what is everyone\u2019s choice.\u2019 He preached memorably from such texts as these: Jeremiah 3:19, \u2018How shall I put thee among the children?\u2019; Matthew 11:28, \u2018Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest\u2019; Isaiah 32:2, \u2018And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind and a covert from the tempest\u2019; Isaiah 49:24, \u2018Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive de\u00adlivered?\u2019; and John 5:40, \u2018And ye will not come unto me, that ye might have life.\u2019 In the midst of this sermon, seeking to make a contract between human hearts and Christ, he fell a-weeping, and crowds wept with him, their hearts tendering to the Man of Calvary. As was Cameron\u2019s preach\u00ading, so was his praying, and his practising. Such as he believed what James Fraser, fellow-sufferer in the same cause, said \u2018Of a Minister\u2019s Work and Qualification\u2019: \u2018That which I was called to was to testify for God, to hold forth his name and ways to the dark world, and to deliver poor captives of Satan, and bring them to the glorious liberty of the children of God. This I was to make my only employment, to give myself to, and therein to be diligent, taking all occasions.\u2019 And thus he goes on, clear in his apprehension as to the greatest calling on earth, and finishing so markedly, \u2018And my own soul to lie at the stake to be forfeit if I failed; and this commission might have been discharged though I had never taken a text or preached formally.\u2019 May we all be delivered from merely taking a text and preaching formally! Then came the magnificently brave Sanquhar Declaration, and the savagely intensified hunt of the men of blood. Less than three weeks before fierce Ayrsmoss, Richard Cameron said, \u2018I shall be but a breakfast to the enemies shortly.\u2019 After a day of prayer, twelve days from the end, his word was, \u2018my body shall dung the wilderness within a fortnight.\u2019 And \u2018he seldom prayed in a family, or sought a blessing, or gave thanks, but he requested that he might wait with patience till the Lord\u2019s time came.\u2019 The last Sabbath of his life he spent with the dauntless veteran, Donald Cargill, and preached from Psalm 46.10, \u2018Be still and know that I am God.\u2019 The next Sabbath Cargill was preaching from the words, \u2018Know ye not that there is a great man and prince fallen this day in Israel.\u2019 It was a time of eating of the bread of affliction. The last week of Richard Cameron\u2019s life was lived with about sixty others. Patrick Walker, the Covenanter Pedlar, the Covenanting John Bunyan, says of them in his unique re\u00adcord, \u2018They were of one heart and soul, their company and converse being so edifying and sweet, and having no certain dwelling-place they stayed together, waiting for further light in that nonesuch juncture of time.\u2019 They were somewhat armed, and about twenty of them had horses. Some may feel that they should not have taken up arms at all. Many Coven\u00adanters themselves felt like this, believing that there was a better testimony to be gained by suffering than by resisting. Their own outlawed ministers and writers counselled them to be \u2018as jewels surrounded by the cutting irons\u2019, and so, \u2018to seal from your own experience the sweetness of suffering for Christ,\u2019 since \u2018there is an inherent glory in suffering for Christ\u2019. Bur there were many others who, while they could go through much themselves, could not endure seeing others subjected to the utmost miseries and cruelties, and were as those when \u2018every man had his sword upon his thigh\u2019. Whatever we feel, we cannot but love them, these rebels so glorious, so brave for God. It was of them Delta Moir wrote:<\/p>\n We have no hearth\u2014the ashes lie O Salem, city of the Saints, The Lion of the Covenant spent his last night on earth at Meadowhead Farm, the home of William Mitchell. In the morning he washed his face and hands in an old stone trough. On drying himself, he looked at his hands and laying them on his face, he said to Mrs Mitchell and her daughter, \u2018This is their last washing. I have need to make them clean, for there are many to see them.\u2019 At this Mrs Mitchell wept. That day at about four in the afternoon, the dragoons came upon that Bible-reading band \u2018in the very desert place of Ayrsmoss\u2019. The Covenanters gathered around their young leader with the horsemen on either side of those on foot. He led them in prayer, appealing three times to the Lord of Sabaoth, to \u2018spare the green, and take the ripe\u2019. Looking on his younger brother, he said to him, \u2018Come, Michael, let us fight it out to the last; for this is the day that I have longed for, to die fighting against our Lord\u2019s avowed enemies; and this is the day that we shall get the crown.\u2019 To his loved fellows he said, \u2018Be encouraged, all of you, to fight it out valiantly, for all of you who fall this day I see heaven\u2019s gates cast wide open to receive them.\u2019 Then, \u2018with eyes turned to heaven, in calm resignation they sang their last song to the God of salvation.\u2019 The dragoons, emboldened by greater numbers and better arms, attacked at once. The wanderers, as was their wont, defended bravely, and David Hackston says, \u2018The rest of us advanced fast on the enemy, being a strong body of horse coming hard on us; whereupon, when we were joined, our horse fired first, and wounded and killed some of them, both horse and foot. Our horse advanced to their faces, and we fired on each other; I being foremost after receiving their fire, and finding the horse behind me broken I then rode in amongst them, and went out at a side without any wrong or wound. I was pursued by several, with whom I fought a good space, sometimes they following me, and sometimes I follow\u00ading them.\u2019 At last with a treacherous and unfair blow David Hackston was struck down, but, he says, \u2018they gave us all testimony of being brave resolute men.\u2019 Nine were slain \u2018of that poor party that occasionally met at Ayrsmoss only for the hearing of the gospel\u2019. Among them had flashed to God the dauntless spirit of him known among men as the Lion of the Covenant, Richard Cameron. And Michael, the inseparable, went with him. Most escaped into the wild wide mosses. Six prisoners only were taken. These were William Manuel, John Vallance, John Pollock, David Hackston, John Malcolm, and Archibald Alison. From the severity of his wounds and from the harsh treatment he received, William Manuel died as he was being carried into the Edinburgh Tolbooth. From the same causes John Vallance died the day following. John Pollock was most cruelly treated, but in the midst of it was steadfast and cheerful, and was banished as a slave to the American Plantations with the marks of his torture still upon him.<\/p>\n * * *<\/p>\n From whom did the early American slaves wrested from Africa hear the gospel? No doubt from Puritans and Quakers. But such were not fellow slaves. The former lived more in their own settlements, and the latter to their ever\u00adlasting credit would not hold slaves. Whosoever got to a Quaker settlement was at once a free man. To the West Indies, Barbados and South Carolina many Covenanters were sent as slaves. The accounts of their tragic hell-ships make painful reading. Hundreds of these godly men and women, shipped to be sold as slaves, perished in most terrible con\u00additions through disease, and in fearful storms were drowned miserably battened under hatches. From those who reached the Plantations black slaves heard the gospel, and thus white-skinned slave and black rejoiced in one common Lord. In our young years we were rightly familiar with Long\u00adfellow\u2019s poem, beginning: Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand, but it is possible that it was not always an African who so lay. Now and again it may have been one who in his last visions saw not himself as if \u2018once more a king he strode\u2019, but one who was back once again in fellowship among the hunted \u2018of one heart and one soul\u2019. The Negro Spirituals always have a hearing. The words of worship there united with the moving melody are a living union. But such melodies, it seems, may be sought for in vain in the negroes\u2019 own native land, Africa. Whence came they? Out of something wondrously new, the dark soul meeting with the Light of Life, Christ Jesus? Yes! And out of fellow\u00adship in his sufferings, and the fellowship of Christ Jesus in the slaves\u2019 sufferings. Yes, no doubt of that. But there are seeming traces of time and melody in these lovely spirituals which are reminiscent of the music of the old metrical Psalm-singing. Who can say? At any rate, these banished men and women carried the message of redeeming love to their fellow-slaves of another race.<\/p>\n * * *<\/p>\n The other three prisoners were executed, David Hackston being shockingly murdered upon the scaffold, and John Malcolm, and Archibald Alison were hanged. Said John Malcolm, \u2018Let His Cause be your cause in weal and woe. On reaching Edinburgh, the dragoons put the heads upon halberts with the cry, \u2018there are the heads of traitors, rebels!\u2019 One who was there said that he \u2018saw them take Mr Cameron\u2019s head out of the sack; he knew it, being formerly his hearer\u2014a man of fair complexion with his own hair, and his face very little altered, and they put a halbert in his blessed mouth out of which had proceeded many gracious words.\u2019 Robert Murray, as he delivered them to the Council, said, \u2018These are the head and hands that lived praying and preaching, and died praying and fighting.\u2019 And those ghouls of gore paid over the price of the blood of one who died at about the age of his Master.
\nAnd prayed the battle prayer;
\nThen with his brother side by side
\nTook up the Cross of Christ and died
\nUpon the Moss of Ayr.
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\nIn blackness where they brightly shone;
\nWe have no home\u2014the desert sky
\nOur covering, earth our couch alone;
\nWe have no heritage\u2014depriven
\nOf these, we ask not such on earth;
\nOur hearts are sealed; we seek in Heaven
\nFor heritage, and home, and hearth.<\/p>\n
\nAnd holy men made perfect! we
\nPant for thy gates, our spirits faint
\nThy glorious golden streets to see;
\nTo mark the rapture that inspires
\nThe ransomed and redeemed by grace,
\nTo listen to the seraph\u2019s lyres
\nAnd meet the angels face to face.<\/p>\n
\nO noble Cause! O noble Work! O noble Heaven! O noble Christ that makes it to be Heaven! And He is the owner of the Work! . . . I lay down my life, not as an evildoer, but as a sufferer for Jesus Christ.\u2019 Said Archibald Alison, \u2018What think ye of Heaven and Glory that is at the back of the Cross? The hope of this makes me look upon pale death as a lovely messenger to me. I bless the Lord for my lot this day . . . Friends, give our Lord credit; He is aye good, but O! He is good in a day of trial, and He will be sweet company through the ages of Eternity.\u2019 Of those who escaped from Ayrsmoss, \u2018some wept that they died not that day, but,\u2019 says Patrick Walker, \u2018those eight who died on the spot with him went ripe and longing for that day and death.\u2019 The dragoons dug a pit and tumbled the dead into it, after they had cut off the head and hands of Richard Cameron, and the head of John Fowler in mistake for that of Michael Cameron. These were put into a sack to take to the blood-thirsty Council in Edinburgh. In passing through Lanark, the dragoons asked Elizabeth Hope if she would like to buy some calves\u2019 heads, and shaking the martyrs\u2019 heads out of the bag, they \u2018kicked them up and down the house like footballs\u2019, so that the woman fainted.<\/p>\n
\nBefore the hangman set head and hands on the blood\u00adstained Netherbow Port, the fingers pointing grimly upwards on either side of the head, a hero saint lying in prison was shown them. He was Alan Cameron, Covenanter. The cruel question was asked him. \u2018Do you know them?\u2019 \u2018His son\u2019s head and hands which were very fair, being a man of fair com\u00adplexion like himself.\u2019 He kissed them saying, \u2018I know them, I know them. They are my son\u2019s, my own dear son\u2019s. It is the Lord. Good is the will of the Lord, who cannot wrong me nor mine, but has made goodness and mercy to follow us all our days.\u2019 A prisoner, head of a broken home, the father of martyred sons and daughter! It is the answer of the more-than-conqueror, the sufferer in Christ, full of faith and of the Holy Ghost; and having the heart full of the power and music of the Good Shepherd Psalm:<\/p>\n
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