The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1841-04-30

come TO extremies; they forebore, therefore, t.
search or lay hands on him, but in n more respect
full tone invited him to parlake of the cheer which
had just been laid on the board
'Ah! cried Scapegrace, here comes the daugh.
ter of our host, fair Ellen Wynne, and warrant
Tor no other object than TO the young cavalier
for well wot, Ellen, thou CONTEST but rarely a.
mongst u.s..
She blushed at the words, and the cavalier DASH
ing his heavy locks from his brow, gazed with ad-
mration on the maiden before him. Long tresses
of auburn fell in silken uxurance over her tgh,
boddice-her hazel eyes frightened with her smile,
the lurking sweetness of which played around her
lips, that, parting, showed teeth of peary white
ness-her light and graceful fgurc-the fawn-lke
,imdty OF her approach, and the look of interest
which she gave the young stranger, might have
aroused the attention of more apatheiic gallant
than he.
BY mine honor, comrade,' cried he, you spoke
well in saying that the daughter of our host WAS
fair Wilt thon pledge me, pretty maiden for
on soldiers word, ] have never had such cup
bearer before
The maiden touched the goblet with her lips,
and the youth, raising it in his hand, exclaimed
i drink to thee fair Ellen, and good, loyal, and
true may he be who kneels at the altar with such
bride Then, draining the cup, he threw it
down. Thou wilt not refuse knighily boon or
courtesy, added he, rising from his seat and draw
ing sparkling ring from his finger which he placed
OH that of the blushing grl--and then with the
customary gaantry of the times, drew her towards
him and kissed her cheek. But he had whispered
something in Ellens ear that drove the blood from
her face and she stood as if petriiicd
The din of revery was over in the hosiery, the
soldiers slumbercd on the benches, and the pris-
oner sat alone in the narrow chamber in which his
humble pallet had been spread. The dull tread of
the guard the howl of the blast, and the roar of
the mountain torrent fell cherries on his enr--the
sicky flame of the lamp seemed like the waiIing Of
hope, and the loneliness of the hour added mean-
cholyt to his musings.
Fool that was, he exclaimed, 'to have left
the open heath for this paltry prison house, where
am at the mercy Of my dcadlicst enemies. Would
to God had my good steed under me and the
sword in my grasp, these pricl-carcd dogs would
hardly again vile me into their lure. Fool fool!
that was, he repeated, MS chatting like prisoned
tiger, he hurriedy paced the apartment. A ligh.
step was heard approaching, the cavalier suddenly
paused, Immediately the door of his apartment was
cautiously opened, and Ellen Wynne, pale and
agitated, aftAhcaing n small lamp, gded noise
essly to his side Her long hair hung disheveled
over her heaying bosom, her eyes were gstening
with tears, and her hand ircmbled as she placed
the lamp upon the hearth. -
My fair Ellen cried the cavalier, flash Of Joy
Frightening his features, knew thou would'st
not betray me-
Bc,ray lhce!' cried the maiden, clnsping her
hands, never! never! but alas TO aid thee exceeds
my power
Say not so,' replied the cavalier, the eyes my
pretty Ellen, that can break hearts, can undo iron
bars Is there no soldier Of the guard that calls
himself the lover of Ellen Wynne''
'Ans!' said Ellen in tone of dependency, 'he
is far from here, and it would 20 hard with him if
hc fell into the troops of Cromwell, But have
sent messenger to him, and were you once be-
You'd these walls YOU would find Edgar Vaughan
and true and lrus,y escort
Il shall have small need Of his services If cs-
cnpc not ere MAJOR lloldenburgh arrives To whom
| cannot be unknown, S'death, Ellen, coulds't
thou but procure me a brand, would even
Here suppressed scream from the maiden caus
ed the Cavalier to pause, and turning to the door,
he perceived the dark look of the soldier, who at
supper had so closely watched him, fixed scowling
and steady upon the maiden and himself At that
instan, the sound ofadvancing horseren was heard.
They come! they GOMEZ cried Ellen in terror,
grasping with both hands the arm Of the Cavalier.
Then turning to the soldier, Ralph, Ralph" she
cried in an imporng tone, would oube'ray the,
your King?'
Hal cried the soldier, in voice Of eyultation,
il is even ms thought But as he spoke, the
royal prisoner sprung suddenly upon him, wrestling
his dagger from his hand, and held it cleaning be-
fore his eyes exclaimng, zone word, mlscrcant and
thou diest!'
The King! the KingH shouted the struggling
soldier, extrica'ing his arm and drawing pistol
from his belt; but his active an'agonis, on the in