Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1836-08-19
LOVE IN THE OLDEN TINE.

The Lady Eve,eyn seton OF Seloh MA
nor. wns young. beautiful, rich, and an or
phan. Too young to join in the gay rcvelS
ofthe court, she was still lmmnred within
her ancient halls. under the watch'ul eye
Of her aunt, the Lady Alice; and though
retired from the society OF the age IN
which they lived, many we're the sntors
aspiring To the hand of the fair EVELYN.
Ore alone appeared slightly favoured-he
was the young Sir Hugh de Gasconvlllc,
the most flushed courlicr and accomplished
knioht under the banners Of Richard CGnr
de Leon; bu, Lady Eveleyn was tickle
she inherited all the pride of the Setons,
and took more delight in gazing at the grim
array of her warrior ancestors IN the gal
lery of family portraits than in listening to
the cour,ly phrases and laughing tones OF
Sir Hugh!
Il would could win thy love, fair lady
Eyelcyn, said the knight one day as they
paced the gallery together, (Lndy Alice
acting propriety in the dlsance) three
wears have | wooed thee, yet still thou art
unrelenting bid me serve thee. bid me
perform a task, any thing to win thee
May replied Eveleyn, i impose no tasks
Il doubt thee not and yet I were well
to try thee msthnks look round thee, look
a, nv soldier ancestors all Of whom were
great in arms, and famed for deeds Prov
ess-methink thou that the last OF the
Se,ons should wed with Ut Stripping
knight, whose sword has never left It's scab-
bard - whose brow has never faced battle
Whose arm perchance might tal before, -
stop lady, said Sir Hugh, Indignantly,
Il hear--I understand thee--thou shalt see
that Hugh de Gasconvlla owns NO craven
heart-I thought not with these high feel
ings of thine own, thou woudst have kept
me so long tamely captive in thy tram.
Silence, Sir Hugh exclaimed Eve'eyn
in her turn reused, 'thou art forgetting thy
self; we would be alone
She waved her hand-it was enough
the knight bowed low and sprlngng on hl'
horse, dashed furiou-ly past the windows
and was out of sight
The flower Of the French nobility were
ENJOYING the gayest tournament that II
belle France had ever witnessed, when al
unknown knight entered the list and chal
lenyed the victor of the day to single com
nat. He was tall. slightly made, well arm
ed and well mounted and murmur OF as
Punishment went round as he bent his plu
med head before the royal canopy; but tn
murmur rose to prolonged shout OF ap
proba,iop, when the lance OF The strange
rang on the breast OF his opponent, an
hurled him to the ground.
After assisting the fallen knight to rise
the stranger advanced slowly and grace
fully towards the platform whence the pr'z
vas presented, and receiving on the pon
of his lance the chapet and scarf, with
low obesance he turned and was gone be
i-Io cd had In TpcDVpr h
.eat or his senses. Who could the slraI
per knight be, save Sir Hugh de Gascol
vile
When the drawbridge of Seton Man
was lowered and the stately tUrrets bur
on his sight, thrill of fearful expec,a'''
curled through his veins. The pink al
silver scarf of France fioa'ed on his shou
der, and the chaplet of pale roses now WI"
cred hung on his arm as he re'ned 10
CHARGE n, the gate, and d'smoun''ns pac
through the vestlbule, which opened IN
the Withdrawing rooms lie hearc IA
Eyeleyn's voice, and the knight paused
Three weeks had passed since he lelt tho
rooms in anger, and remembering MS pa
ting scene ne dreaded the reception
might meet. Suddenly he entered ana
his Blended knee, laid the trophies at la
Eveleyn's ieet, a.. L,,
with the faintest blush in the world IN
ar, returned, whittier hast thou been! j
LADY Alice thought thou hadst !orgolt
The road to Seton Manor
sAnd thou, Eveleyn,' said the KING
,didst thou not think of me"
in truth, seldom think, since lh'nH'
spolls the conntenance out wn,'"eI u
thou been, and what are these the chap
and the scarf ? Mar
.Ladye love, have journeyed 10 Frar
and these are the trophies won by my pr
arm al it's latest tournament
And wherefore hast thou la'd the"
nv feet Sir Hugh ?
To win boom whispered DE uasc'
vile. ,,.o,oa, =
What wouldst thou'' said the lady,
o,inp deeply, what is the boon
.Eyeleyn! hast thou so soon iorg1,'e'
Are The Indies Of France fair Sir Hug