He never made a foe nor lost a friend.
Nor yet from fortune’s height, or learning’s shade,
It boasts the tribute to his memory paid;
But that around, in grateful sorrow steep’d,
The humble tenants of the cottage wept;
Those simple hearts that shrink from grandeur’s blaze,
Those artless tongues that know not how to praise,
Feel and record the worth that hallow here
A friend’s remembrance, and a sister’s tear.[11]
Half-way between the chapel and the northern wall of the burying-ground, there is a square altar-like monument of hewn ashlar, enclosing in one of its sides a tablet of grey freestone. It was erected about sixty years ago by a baronet of Fowlis to the memory of his aunt, Mrs. Gordon of Ardoch, a woman whose singular excellence of character is recorded by the pen of Doddridge. She was the only sister of three brothers—men who ranked among the best and bravest of their age, and all of whom died in the service of their country—two in the field of battle, the third when pursuing a flying enemy.