Martinsburgh gazette. [volume] (Martinsburgh, Va. [W. Va.]) 1810-1825, 1825-06-09

veycr OF a billet boux. Thus Imma
and Childe Edmund were obliged to
vent their complaints to the air, to
themselves, or 10 inanimate things,
without consolation, and without pity.
MY father" said the unfortunat I'm
ma, believes me guilty, but i am
not, and Edmund knows that | am
innocent: and oh! my dear mother,
look down from heaven, pity your
poor child, and shield her from des-
pair The following morning, I'm
ma rose unlreshed from her couch:
she walked as on whose soul was fled,
but whoss body was doomed TO wan.
der in unconciousness: it was yet but
twilight, and the speare and the lance
trembIed in the cold air; soon the
guards paraded in a quick step on
their posts, and, at length all was bus
tie and animation. She had walked
on the battlements, and seating herself
like the genius of suspense, her tress-
es spreading in the wanton air: she
started at the sound of the bugle; The
| chain ofthe draw bridge rattled-the
| portculIis rises, and a host of armed
men pour from the keep, and form a
procession. Childe Edmund is pre-
ceeded by a page, who bears his ia
zor of azure blue; the lover gazes to.
wards the castle-he seems to breathe
a sigh towards her; a train acconpa-
nics him and Lord Hildebrande, who,
seated on a white charger, seems con.
scious Of victory; they are followed
by the herald at arms.
The appearance of knightly combat
darkens her vision-"He is going,'
she cries, ito sacrifice himself!-and
for me-" she uttered a scream, and fell,
unheeded, on the terrace. i'll fated
maid! thy sufferings arc, indeed, acute;
If this be the punishment of presum-
ed guilt, what ought to be that ofcon-
cious depravity?;-They had met, it is
true, clandestinely, bot angles might
have been present at the interview;
they met but to breathe signs of con
stancy, and to indulge in mutual sor,
rows, dearer to them than all the jo-
cound hours of mirth. On returning
to a sense Of feeling, she crawied to
her chamber, revived by the blood
which flowed from the wound she had
met with in falling; the cut she receiv-
ed in her temple was healed by a do
mestic, but the wounded heart rejected
all mortal medicine; and her atten.
dants, a~pprehensive other fading rea
son, wee fain to let her pursue her
inclination. To paint the agonies of
suspense, during a renconntcr in what
was engaged all she loved, is impossi-
ble-it was indeed intense. At length
the sound of music proclaimed all vas
over-that the dreadful truth must
be known. They play a mournfuI
theme, and she rushed forward to be-
hold the cause. The procession is on
ly to be seen ever and anon IN the in
stance, now lost among the bills, and
now again emerging nearer sight, On
a carriage she at length perceives the
stiffened corps ofone. Oh! the virgin,
the blue scarfis wrapt round his body.
Ar h~ysterick laugh bursts from her, as
she runs to meet it; it is not her lovers
form she would clasp, hut with wounds
stannched by the trophy oflove, Lord
Hildebrande's a victim to his e.
| vii passions, who, confessed the gull
ty assertions of falsehood. Even this
would not have,procured the consent of
Lord Edrick, to give his daughter to
Childe Edmund. had he not received
letters from his King, inviting him to
his marriage banquet, and declaring
Edmund his relative. Childe Ed
nlund then, by royal command, wed.
ded the lovely Imma: the bard's song
was once more heard in the hall, and
the foeman spoiled not their delight.
During the late assizes at Lancaster,
a man, who appeared to bave his
"beer on board" was staggering along
Market street, when friend accosted
him with "Well neighbour, bow far
are you going now?"-"Only to Skin
ton," repliedt the jolly fellow. "Why,
that is rather a long way for you"
said his friend. 90, dangit, "replied
our hero hiccuping, 81 don't mind
the length, it's the breath that bothers
me-"
Good nelcs for Old Maids The
Dey of Algiers has resorted to a sin
gular mode of conquerlng the love OF