Alexandria gazette & daily advertiser. [volume] (Alexandria [Va.]) 1817-1822, 1818-10-08

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tianity had its earliest advocates on the
stage Of that theatre. now before me, st.
Paul wished to convince the pagan multi
tude, that his religion presented the saresl
path to happiness-here, from MS Persua.
sive eloquence and that OF his followers II
expanded-and here il exists no more.
Ages after ages have rolled away-tne
monuments Of early superstition are m1ni-
dering IN ruins-while The yotarles OF ~
ana sleep in the silent grave, beside the
followers of our Saviour, and Mahomet.
[This was the last letter from the unfortu-
nate Traveller, who died soon Alter.
From the Neu,- York Evening Post;
These beautiful lines were written oy
young gentleman Ga Scotchman) in Co.
lumbia Is. C.) and appeared in paper
called the tsTefcscope," printed in that
place, and have been handed TO us by a
friend for publication:
LOCH LEVE.N-.A Fragment.
The many vicissitudes Of fortune that at
tended the beautiful and unfortunate Mary,
Queen of Scots, have held her up TO the pity
and admiration of succeeding ages; nor Is
there heart possessed OF feeling, that does
not rise with indignation at the monsters
who pursued, imprisoned, and finally
brought to the block, the most accomplished.
woman Of her time. The recollection OF
her faults is lost in that of her suiterlngs
sufferingsso great, that even the brutal ennis
saries Of Elizabeth, instead OF exuitihg at
the dreadful catastrophe that closed the
life of their helpless victim, burst into tears
as they saw her head, streaming with blood
held up, with the memorable expression,
ESQ perish all the enemies OF Elizabeth
After the battle of Langside, Mary sur
rendered herself to the mercy offer subjects
headed by the Earl Of Morton, who Imme-
diately sent her under strong guard to
Loeb Leven castle, situate in the middle OF
the Lake Tor Loch) Of Leven, where she
was exposed 10 the daily insults of her
harsh keeper, Sir William Douglas. and his
imperious wife, who having herself some
d:starl pretensions to royalty, felt entitled
to insult the fallen dignity of the unfortunate
Queen.
A more dismal situation could hardly
have bean chosen for her prison. Loeb
Leven, surrounded by mountains on every
side, seemed to shut her up from the world;
and in tower of the castle, in an apart
ment, the immense grated windows OF
which scarcely admitted the light of day,
was the helpless Mary Stuart inmured las
her enemies thought) for life.
But under all these circumstances, she
found deliverer and protector, in the
brother of her keeper, George Douglas,
young nobleman then in his nineteenth year
who had frequent opportunity of Seeing her.
And who that bad heart could at that age
see and not love her? Young Douglas vow
ed to set her free. or perish in the ATTEMPT.
He engaged Sir James Hamilton, and Sea-
ton, Lord of Niddre Castle, to assist him.
They procured boat, and waited with
fleet horses on the banks of the lake. a few
miles from the small town OF km-Ross.
Mary waited with conflicting emotions the
hour that was to restore her 10 liberty
when about midnight, of Sunday, the Sc
cond of May, 1868. George Douglas stole
the KEYS of the castle, and after getting
Queen Mary out, he locked the gates upon
their flight by throwing the keys into the
lake. K.
Is il the breeze on Leven's lake,
That flies DER lis waters, and stirs the brake?
Or is it the glance ofyon midnight beam,
That fits DER the face OF the island stream =?
The anxious eyes of Scot1and's Queen
Were bent on the silent deep,
Nor boat nor Douglas could be seen,
And Mary turn'd to weep.
As DER her harp she lonely bends,
The silent tear OF anguish flows,
And thus to Scotia's cadence wild,
The lovely captive sung her woes
THE SONG.
o Leven lonely is thine isle,
And dismal are thy mould ring towers,
Where Mary's held in durance vie,
Torn IRON her friends and kindred bowers
And damp and dreary are these walls,
Through which the chilling breezes blow;
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