Wilmington expositor. (Wilmington, Del.) 1831-18??, 1831-09-23

Hey! again! Living still, whosoever ye
be- Then, with Gods blessing, I'll rescue!
We, though | be found to turn over hundred
carcasses. All, this must be Corporal Crump's
own big head: such another does not wag on
any pair of shoulders dead or living. Jesu!
It's the head, sure enough, but what q cash
across the throat! All, there was the blade of
a Flemish knife! Well do l remember, it was
even thus with honest Ralph Mugglesford,
when he fell on the breach
90 lock, Jock, for mercy's sake pull me OUT
said the voice and at the same instant con-
vulsive grasp caught hold of Sefton's leg.
s.. All! the devil, the deviln cried he,
striving to burst away. Let me go Loosen!
your hold! Treachery Treachcry Help, help!
Let me go, or, by the rood, I'll cut thy wrist
sinews across with my spade, be thou Burgun-
dian, Holland, or Fleming?
"'Jock, Jock! Dostn't thou know thy friend,
poor Wat Bassett"
| "' What! is't thou, bully Bassett, that still
lives and gripes my ankle SO fast! Odds my
life didn't see that overgrown Flemish knight
lgi' thee such thwack o his Ratchet as must
Iha' laid any skull open that warn't made o
granite or iron-wood--'
"'Quick, good Jockn
IS And that southron-looking stabber, that
followed at his heels, struck thirst of his
poinard under the flap of thy gabardine, that
might have gone through the ribs of an OK.
An thou'rt still alive, an it isn't thy ghost,
good lad, I'll have thee up and well for little
Cicely yet; SO, let go thy grip, Walter, an
keep up thy spirits, sweet heart?
4 "In little more, Bassett was fairly extri-
Gated from the heap of dead under which he
had lain for hours, his life having been so long
preserved by one of the miraculous instances
I,ft nj l.,
on the earth, and propped him up with three
| or four of his slaughtered comrades. He Their
did all in his power to revive him, chafed his
, Hands, and forced some snow into his oper
!! mouth.
\ with Heavens mercy, poor lad thou
? may'st yet do well,' said the compassionate
! soldier. Cheer thee, cheer thee, Walter! ST
! up straight man-why dost fall thus on ont
z side! Thou hast bold stomach, and gooc
: courage-so, let thy head raise from thy breast
\ Holy Mary! how pale thou art! and what
!, frightful cash! Why, it has laid-thy head ant
n face open the whole length of the battle-ax
blade! and, eh, what stream of blood pour
/, from thy side! Why, Walter revive goo
e youth, and speak to your friend, Jock Seton
Z. odds. my life, an don't believe he's no,
y dead in earnest This burst of sharp air OF
: his lungs, this quick motion from his prostrat
e Iposture, or God wot what it is-for I'm du
d in leechcraft-has out an out killed him in tn
: moment thought him saved
j. land it was even Honest Sefton's pain
= were all for naught. Poor Bassett's career
his ambitious aspirations, his hopes of love
y were for ever set at rest.
n Body o. me, vert thou my own brother,
II had not been more shocked! exclaimed Seftol
e looking mournfully in the dead mans fac
WPll NaltHr MN I thnt; e.
spared me, and l get my liberty again frol
10 these damned Burgundians, and escape fro,
Or these unlucky swamps, and ever see old Eng
land, and noble London city once more, N
igI first visit shall be to Southwark, to the sign
the White Hart. And there, if little Cice
L Istlll serves at the bar as of old, in her rt
d. kirtle and green bodice, with her sparklir
s. black eye, her rosy cheek, and com-kiss-n
lips, there will / give her true account
4 these woful doings,-and, let me see, VIII
IS token shall | bring her of the lad that love
y her SO truly? His hairs's all too cotted vii
Iblood, not to set her mad outright with grief; b
d here hangs the amulet the herb-stuG of whit
r was gathered by her own pretty fingers.
faith, there's blood ON it too-but then
It, comes from poor Walters very heart, and tn
s. was the same as her own. Lie there, decei
az ing bauble of false security, there, in nv do
n blct-pouch. 1t is for thee, little Cicely-a,
vow to the holy ST. Jude, in this awful HOT
to place it in thy hands, as pilgrim from Il
ist holy land might offer relic to lady of grac
ng Eli, saints of deaven what cash it wa
W.! That was the true double-stroke of fate-f
while it split poor Walters head, much fe
ms twill break poor Cicely's heart.
ed "Seiton soliloquized no more, but walk
;, slowly away in search of some refuge fro
cold. hunger and SORROW"
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