The Delaware register, or, Farmers', manufacturers' & mechanics' advocate. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1828-1829, 1829-05-02

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was his refusal to discover his father. Hanging, as
being the most ignominious of deaths, that APP
pointed for AndeW and the gbbet this occasion,
was an old elm-tree, near the manse, under which he
and Mary had often frolcked in the days of their
childhood He had Just been led to the foot of the
tree, and the spy, who the only one to be found
who would undertake the task, fixing tic fatal
rope to of its branches, when the attention of all
present suddenly arrested by the appearance of
young woman, who, screaming wildly, rushed through
among the soldiers and clasped her arms around An
drews neck
the preceding night. had learned the determination of
Daziel with regard to Andrew, before day, went to
the cave, and.informed Mr. Bruce.
81 will 60 and put myself into thsir hands, cx-
claimed Mr. Bruce as soon as he heard the tdings.-
Better that die than lose my SON." And he was
making to leave the cave, for this purpose, when Ma
ry laid hold of him. and besceched him not TO 90.
They will murder you both, said she weeping |
and what shall become of me Rather let me 80. |
will plead for my brothers life and surely | will
move their compassion"
No. said her father "you know them not
The tiger of tile desert hath more Of compassion than
they | know with what violence they hate me and
my family. No, no; nothing but my death will
save my son. But why do thus tarry here Per
haps they lead him out to execution
" Go not, my father, bescach you," said Mary
+" Do you think that your death would save Andrew Z.
y no. my dear tathef, they VIII murder you hpth.-
| shall be left alone The world. Be persuaded my
dearest fat.er. Let me 60. am sure they will
have pity on us
Mr. Bruce considering that it was indeed likely that
his delivering himself up would not procure tie libcr
ty Of his son--a spirited young man deeply imbued
with principles at enmity with the existing establish
ments-and imagining that the and entrc7 tes of
Mary, which appeared to him so eloquent, might cx-
cite some compassion in the hearts of those into
whose hands Andrew had fallen; and taking pity on
his daughter who he saw would he left in a state of
if lie went to give himself up, looked
rowiully upon her, and, wping tear from his eye,
said--
" Go then my daughter: but stop--I may lose you
too. Who knows where thcir cruelty may end but
no, no. They will have pity your youth and your
tears. Surely there is not in the form of man, aught
70 cruel that will murder my children. God will pro-
tect you. Haste you, my daughter. 1t is your broth
ers life that calls you. Haste to the village and the
Lord be with you and my SON." The distressed faith
or then knelt, 10 wrese at the throne of grace
while Mary flew, with the speed of lightning to the
village.
She arrived, as we have said Just soon enough to
have an opportunity Of trying what her entreaties
could do. The apparatus of death, which she MOTTO
ed at her approach and her brother, standing bound
between two soldiers had terrified her, that it was
some time before she could so recover herself as to
be able to speak.
" You have come,' said Andrew to her. when she ,
had recovered little; "you have come to aflict
yourself in vain My death is determined :
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