Mary Carnegie

Mary's mother was a poet and philanthropist in Montrose, and Mary and her husband (the son of her mother's best friend) appear to have continued her active, practical piety on the other side of the Tay.

15 December 1775-1845
George Carnegie, baptised in the Episcopal Church at Laurencekirk, joined Prince Charlie at Holyrood aged 18, escaped afterwards to Sweden and made his fortune, came back aged 40 and bought back the family estates of Pitarrow, died 1799. (5 p.304-5)
Susan Scott of Benholm, Kincardineshire, d.1821. Before her marriage her poems were published in contemporary magazines (see below). After her marriage she provided Montrose with a lifeboat, a lunatic asylum, and a chapel.(5 p.306-7, 318)
Religious views
Her will preamble suggests a sincere and practical religion: 'Fully convinced of the uncertainty of life and of the propriety of setting my house in order I think it proper to state now while I am by the blessing of God in good health and of a sound mind the manner in which I desire my property to be disposed of after my death'. The will is mainly about items of sentimental value than money. She asks her daughter to burn all her letters with the exception of any she has written to her she wishes to keep. (4)
Chapel connection
1813 (baptism)
Married on
1801 (3)
David Gillespie
David (1813) 'born at Edinburgh' (1)


  1. Registers of Charlotte Chapel (NAS CH12/3)
  2. Edinburgh Post Office Directory 1818
  3. David Gillespie's Inventory and will (NAS)
  4. Mary Carnegie's Mary's Inventory and will (NAS)
  5. William Fraser, History of the Carnegies, Earls of Southesk, and of their kindred (Edinburgh 1867) vol.2

from 'To Winter' by Susan Scott

(inspired by 'Thomson's Seasons')

Instead of green, the fields shall boast
A curious robe of glittering frost,
Wildly magnificent; and show
The whiteness of the drifted snow,
In curling heaps, so pure, so bright,
Our eyes are dazzled by the sight;
And chrystal iceicles shall please,
In varied forms on rocks and trees.
Then welcome, Winter, with thy chilling train!
Thou hast thy charms; and spring shall smile again.

Now all the glories of the sky,
The moon and rolling orbs on high,
With burnish'd beams shall cloath the night
In all the luxury of light;
The sparkling worlds above shall show
The glittering of the earth below;
In strongest characters shall shine,
Almighty pow'r and art divine.
Then welcome, Winter, with thy sable train!
Thee I'll admire till spring shall smile again.

When low'ring clouds obscure the day,
And rattling tempests round me play;
When raging winds drive on the rain,
O'erturn the trees, and flood the plain;
When the storm howls with hideous din,
How blest am I to be within!
With social friends and chearfull fire,
What should I wish? What more desire?
Then welcome, Winter, with thy sable train!
Thou hast thy joys; and spring shall smile again. (5 p.470-1)

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