Southern marksman. [volume] (Clinton, Miss.) 1838-1839, 1839-01-08

10 her union with Bothwel Now she
could look back and trace the events that
led to that most imprudent step; but when
she reflected on that, her thoughts shrunk
from it as the plague-spot OF her lie
Now when it presented itself before her
in the solitude of her reflections, with an
expression Of sell-disgust she dropped her
needle, drew back shuddering into her
chair and coverd her face, as if that could
still the consciousness of her self-abase-
ment. For some moments she sat, still
pressing her hands TO her face, while her
low sebbing broke the stiffness of the a
APARTMENT; when she arose, and with
trembling steps advanced TO table at the
head of her couch, on which was a crucix
fix with a small image Of our Saviour ex-
Iquisitely wrought in silver.
One that had observed The unfortunate
Queen kneeling before that crucifix in the
beauty of humility of the; heart, with her
streaming eyes fixed earnestly on the sill
yer imhge, her fingers elasped, and the
IpearIs on her slender neck rising and fall,
ling with her quick respiration, must have
forgiven her worst offences in the certain
ty of her deep repentance. God forgave
them, even though her sincere prayer as
cended from misguided though humble
heart. As the energy OF her suppicaiion
abated, sweet calmness overspfead her
features, and she arose with the spirit of a
smile beaming in her face, and her fancy
lowering round her son, as when a sweet
infant she had last seen him. Hope came
to her heart again, as she thought of him,
and with quiet eye she arose and returned
to her employment.
The robe was finished. that dear work
Of months. II was splendidIy beautiful;
and with feeling of happiness she had
not felt for years, the anxious mother took
last look at the bright fabric and exs
quisite workmanship before she folded it
as present TO her son; then she stripped
all the rings except the royal signet from
her fingers, and substituted black riband
for the chain of large pearls that suspen-
ded across to her neck. He will not re-
ceive this she said, sorrowfully, they
have made the beautiful religion of his
mother hateful to him. and with a deep
sigh she replaced the golden cross under
her high ruff. Kiss'g the pearls she placed
them, together with the rings and all the
ornaments her captivity had left her, in
small ivory casket, vainly hoping that the
next lips that pressed them would be her
sons, quivering with love and pity for the
mother who had taken her last ornamanis
TO form gift worthy of his acceptance.
EHe never can know The magnitude of
my love for him, the yearning for one
look from his eyes which has kept sleep
from me, and rendered my captivity doux
bly, bitter-he will not know this, but sure.
ly he remembers me. He cannot have
forgotten the sweet nights when slept
with him on my bosom, and was awaken
ed in the morning by his dear mouth presss
ing mine, and his little hands patting my
cheeks as he knelt over me-hey have
not taught him to think me guilty, vile
oh, no, | will not think it, Again the
poor queens frame was shaken with terri
BILE emotion as these thoughts passed
within her. She began TO write the letter
which was to accompany the gift before
her agitation had subsidized. Rapidly she
penned the outpouring of her maternal
love, while quick sobs now and then broke
from her lips Twice she was obliged TO
press her beautiful eyelids firmly togeth-
err, and when she Enclosed them they were
drippling with the tears she had thus
letter was finished, secured by band of
floss silk, and laid on the folded robe, and
after again kneeling before her crucifx,
Mary placed the package by her pillow,
and dropped asleep with her hand upon it.
Touching were the directions Mary
gave 10 her messenger on the following
morning. Tell the PRINCE she said, 'how
you have left me, confined in dark apart !
ments without friends and Without books, I
and only indulging in hopes of happiness
and freedom when shall think of him.
Tell him my health is failing under the
pressure of affection, and that weary the
Virgin Mary with entreaties TO see him
again before | die-and OH she added,
pressing her beautiful hand on the mes
senger's arm in her earnestness. 'oh, mark
him cIosely-tell me if he weeps when he
reads my letter--if he kisses it or looks /
sorrowfu. Tell me If he is grown tall I
aud comedy like-,'she could not pro-
nounce the name but turning her troubled /
lace from Lue messenger, HIotlouou Nun
hastily TO withdraw, and sank sobbing in
to her chair.
The week that her messenger was exs
pected 10 return from Scotland, the cap.
tive queen wandered like an unquiet spir-
it round the uncomfortable prison house in
which the unjust Elizabeth had confined
her. Her employment was forsaken, and
scarcely tasting food or indulging in sleep,
she spent her time in watching anxously
for the expected news from her son. The