The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1839-07-13
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GRIZEL COCHRANE.
A TALE OF TwEEDuoUTH MOOR.

w uVu Iuc tyranny anu DlgOtIy Vi lne
last James drove his subjects to take up
arms against him, one of the most formida-
bic enemies TO his dangerous usurpation
was Sir John Cochrane, ancestor to the
present earl of Dundonald. He was one
of the most prominent actors in Argyle's
rebellion, and for ages settled gloom SEEM
ed to have hung over the house of Camp
bell, enveloping in common ruin all who
united their fortunes in the cause of its
cheftains. The same doom encompassed
Sir John Cochrane. He was surrounded
by the kings troops-long, deadly, and
desperate was his resistance, but at length,
overpowered by numbers, he was taken
prisoner, tried and condemed 10 die upon
the scaffold. He had but few days TO live,
and the ialor waited but the arrival of his
death warrant to lead him forth to execu-
ton. His family and his friends had visit
ed him in prison, and exchanged with him
the last, the long, the hcart-yearning fare
well. But there was one who came not
with the rest 10 receive his blessing-one
who was the pride Of his eye, and of his
house-even Grzel, the daughter Of love.
Twilight was casting deeper gloom over
the gratings of his prison-house, he was
mourning for last look for his favorite
child, and his head was pressed against the
damp walls of his cell to cool the feverish
pnlsations that shot through it like strings of
fire, when the door of the apartment turn
ed slowly on its unwieldly hinges, and his
keeper entered followed by a young and
beautiful lady. Her person was tall ant
commanding, her eyes dark, and fearless
but their very brightness spoke Of sorrow
too deep to be wept away; and her raver
tresses were parted over an open brow, clea
and pure as the polished marble. The un
happy captive raised his head, and they en-
tered
my child my own Grizelr he ex
claimed and she fell upon his bosom.
my father my father ? sobbed the mis-
erable maiden, and she dashed away tn,
tear that accompanied the words.
your interview must be short; very
Short said the jailor, as he turned and lel
them for few minutes together.
God help and comfort thee, my daugh
teri added the unhappy father, as he he'll
her to his breast, and printed kiss upo
her brow, had feared that should di
without bestowing my blessing on the hea
fmy own child, & that stung me more tina
death, but thou art come, my love--tho
= art come land the last blessing of tn
, wretched father:'
] NAY forbcar !! she exclaimed, mot tn
e last blessing not thy last My father sha
not die =
E BE calm be calm, my child = returne
he, would to heaven that | could comic
- thee-my own my own But here is II
hope-within three days, and thou and a
my little ones will be-Fatherless-l
=, would have said, but the words died on h
+ tongue.
4 Three days = repeated she, raising h
s head from his breast, but eagerly pressr
his hand; my father shall live lis II
= my grandfather the friend of father Petr
- the confessor, and the master Of the king
from him he shall beg the life of his so
and my father shall not de-
v NAY nay, my Grizel,' returned he, 81
=, not deceived; there is no hope; already n
doom is sealed; already the king has sgn'
70 the order for my execution, and the me
. senger of death is now on the way
'Yetm my father shall not shall not die
she repeated, emphatically, and clasping h
hands together.
as Heaven speed daughters purpose
ID she exclaimed; and, turning to her fathe
said calmly we part now, but we sh
> meet again.
ie what would my childP inquired
eagerly, gazing anxiously OH her face.