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BARCLAY OF URY.
[among the earliest converts to the doctrines of Friends, in Scotland, wasBarclat, of Ury, an old and distinguished soldier, who had fought under Gcstavus Adolfhus, in Germany. As a Quaker, he became the object of persecution and abuse at the hands of the magistrates and the populace. None bore the indignities of the mob with greater patience and nobleness of soul than this once proud gentleman and soldier. One of his friends, on an occasion of uncommon rudeness, lamented that he should be treated so harshly in his old age, who bad been so honored before. "I find more satisfaction," said Barci.a v, "as well as honor, in being thus insulted for my religious principles, than when, a few years ago, it was usual for the magistrates, as 1 passed the city of Aberdeen, to meet me on tho road and conduct me to public entertainment in their hall, and then escort me out again* to gain my favor."]
Uf the streets of Aberdeen,
Rode the Laird of Ury;
Pressed the mob in fury.
Flouted him the drunken churl,
Prompt to please her master;
Cursed him as he passed her.
Yet, with calm and stately mien,
Came he slowly riding;
Turning not for chiding. Came a troop with broadswords swinging, Bits and bridles sharply ringing,
Loose and free and fro ward; Quoth the foremost, "Ride him down! Push him! prick him! through the town
Drive the Quaker coward!"
But from out the thickening crowd
"Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!"
Scarred and sunburned darkly;
Who with ready weapon bare,
Cried aloud: "God save us!
With the brave Gustavus?"
"Nay, I do not need thy sword,
"Put it up I pray thee: Passive to His holy will, Trust I in my Master still,
Even though he slay me."
"Pledgee of thy love and faith, Proved on many a field of death,
Not by me are needed." Marvelled much that henchman bold, That his laird, so stout of old,
Now so meekly pleaded.
- "Wo's the day," he sadly said, With a slowly-shaking head,
And a look of pity; "Ury's honest lord reviled, Mock of knave and sport of child,
In his own good city!