Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1834-08-14
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under the title Of passages in the life Of
Mary Stuart Unable TO find space for
the whole of it in cur columns, we cannot
refrain from giving the following extract
The ill-fated Cllalelar, having first discov-
cred his love to the object Of it, and been
indignantly dismissed, the scene is thus.
continued:
An hour had scarcely elapsed before the
lights were extingHishcd through the vault
ted hall of Holyrood-the guards were
posted for the night. the officers had gone
their rounds, the ladies' of the royal circle
were dismissed, aud all was darkness aud
silence. In Mary's chamber single lamp
was burning in small recess, before "a
beautiful painting Of the Virgin. but the
light was not sufficient TO penetrate the OBJ
security which reigned in the many angles
and alcoves of that irregular apartment,
although tho moonheaRs were admitted
through the open easement.
Her garb Of ceremony laid aside, her
lovely shape scantily yelled by single
robe of spotless linen, her auburn tresses
flowing in unrestrained luxurianco almost
to her feet, If she had been creature Of
perfect human beauty when viewed in. all
the pomp Of royal pageantry, she now APP
pcared being of supernatural loneliness.
Her small white feet, unsandaIled, glided
over the rich carpet with grace, which
slight degree Of fancy might have deemed
peculiar to the inhabitants Of another world.
For AN instant, ere she turned to her re-
pose, she leaned against the carved NULL
ions of the window, and gazed pensively,
and, il might be, sadly, upon the garden.
where she had SD lately parted from the
unhappy youth whose life was emOittered
by the very feeling which above all 9TH
ers, should have been its consolation
Withdrawing her eyes from the moonlight
scene, she knelt before the lamp and the
shrine which it illuminated, and her whis-
pered prisons arose, pure as the source
from which they flowed. the prayer Of
weak and humble mortal, penitent for ev-
cry trivial error, breathing all confidence
in Him who can alone protect or pardon ;
the prayer of queen for her numerous
children and, last and hottest of all wo-
mans prayers for her unfortunate admirers.
Yes, she prayed for Chatelar, that strength
might be given to him from ON high, to
bear the crosses of miserable existence,
and that by divine mercy the hopeless love
| might be uprooted from his breast. The
words burst passionately from her lips. her
wholefor quivered with the excess OF her
emotion, snd che big tears fell like rain
from, her uplifted eyes. While she was in
the very food of passion. 4 sigh was breath
ed, so clearly audible. that the conviction
flashed like lightning upon her soul, that
this most secret prayer was listened to by
other ears than those Of heavenly minis
tiers. Terror, acute terror, took possess
sion Of her mind, banishing by its superior
violence every less eDgrossing idea. She
snalched the lamp from its niche, waved il
slowly around the chamber, and there, in
the most hallowed spot Of her widowed
chamber, spy upon her unguarded mo-
ments, stood dark figure. Even IN that
moment of establishment and fear. as 1t by
instinct, tho beautiful instinct Of purely fe-
male mOdesty, she snatched velvet man.
tie from the seat ON which it had been cast
aside, and yelled her person even before
she spoke, sOh God il is dc Chatelar.
Sweet Queen, replied the intruder,
'bright, beautiful ruler ofmy destinies, par
dom
What no = she screamed in notes oil
dread intensity. a mos a mos mes Francois.
My Guards SeytOn, Carmichael. Flem-
ing, will you leave your Queen alone! a.
lone with treachery and black dishonor
Villain! Slaye!' she cried, turning her
flashing eyes upon him. her whole form
swelling as it were with all the fury Of in
| jurcd innocence, 'didst thou think that
Mary, the wife of Francis, the aDointed
Queen Of Scotland, would brook thine in
famous addresses? nay, kneel not or l
spurn thee. What no will no one aid
me in mine extremity
Fear nought for me- fauItered the
wre.ched Chalelar but with voice like
that Of some inspired P ythaness, she broke
in, fear thinkest thou that could fear
thing, an abject coward who would eAull
in the infamy of one whom he pretended
10 love Z Fear thee, by heavens, if could
have feared, contempt must have forbidden
it,
NAY, Mary, hear me hear me but one
word, If that word cost me my life.'
THY life, hadst thou ten thousand lives
they would be but a feather in the scale a.
gainst thy INDUSTRIOUS villaiDy. What no !!
again she cried, stamping with impotent
anger at the delay Of her attendants
Treason! My guards treason! Az length
the passages rang with the hurried foot
steps Of the startled inmates OF the palace,