Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-02-25
MISCELLANEOUS.
The Rescued knight.
A TALE OF THE CRusApEs.

1t was starlight on Gaee. The placid lake
lay at the feet, slumbering calmly as an infant,
with the wooded shores, and the tall cliffs around,
reflected darkly in its surface. Scarcely breath
disturbed the quiet air. Occasionally ripple
would break on the shore with a low, measured
harmony, and anon tiny wave would glisten in
the starlight, slight breeze rufed the surface
of the lake. The song of the fishermen was
hushed; the voice of the vine dresser had ceased
on the shore; the cry of the eagle had died away
amongst his far-of hills, and the silence of mid
night, deep, hushcd, and awe-inspiring, hung
over Galilee . ..-= ... .- 49,
A thousand years before, and what scenes had
that sea beheld There, had lived Peter and his
brethren: there, had our Savior taught upon
those shores had his miracles been wrought and
the broad bosom of Gennesserat he had walk
ed, God. What holy memories were linked in
with that little sea How calm and changless
seemed its quiet depths A thousand years had
passed since then, and the apostles and their chill
dren had mouldered into dust, yet the stars still
looked down on that placid lake unchanged,
shining the they had done for fifty CEN
On the shore of the lake, empowered in the
thick woods, stood large old, rambling, fortified
building, bearing traces of the Roman architec-
ture, upon which had been engrafted Saracenic
style. 1t fnclosed garden, upon one side of
which range of low buildings, dark and
massy, frowning, and partly in ruins, but which
bore every evidence of being almost impregnable.
Within +b;S ranro Of b,,;Id;prs -, dorl, ,ol
noisome cell, reclined upon scanty bed of straw
a Christian knight. His face was pale and at
enuated, but it had lost, amid all his sufferngs,
none of his high resolve. 1t was now the seventh
day since he had lain in that loathsome dungeon,
and the morrows sun was to see hun die martyr,
for not abiuring his religion.
Yes he muttered to himself, the agony will
soon be over; it is an hour at most, and shall
Christian knight fear fire or torture? No: come
when it may, death should ever be welcome to
de Guiscan; and how much more when it brings
the glories of martyrdom But yet it is fearful
trial. could fall in battle, for there thousand
eyes behold us, but to die alone, unheard of, with
only foes around and where none shall ever hear
of my fate-Oh that indeed is bitter Yet |
fear not EVENT. Thank God 7 he said, farvently
kissing a cross he drew from his bosom, there is
strength given to us in the hour of need, which
bears up against every danger SD. ..-
The speaker suddenly started, ceased, and
looked around. The bolt of his door was being
withdrawn from the outside.-Could it be that
his jailor was about to visit him at this hour 2
Slowly the massey door swung ON its hinges, and
burst of light streaming into the cell, for mo-
ment dazzled the eyes of the captive but when
he grew accustomed gradually to the glare, he
started with even greater surprise, to behold, not
his jailer, but maiden richly atired in an Orien-
tai dress For an instant the young knight looked
amazed, as if he beheld being of another world
Christian 7 said the appartion, using the
mongrel tongue, then adopted by both Saracens
and Franks in their communications, but speak
ing in low, sweet voice, which, melting from
, the maiden's tongue, made every word seem
musical, do you die Tomorrow --.,.. 3. ..
If God wills it, said the young knight firmly,
but what mean you why are you here p
Il am here to save you, said the maiden, fixing
her eyes upon his, and she paused and blushed
in embarrassment, if you will comply with my
conditions
The young knight, who had eagerly started
forward at the first part of her sentence, now re-
! coiled, and with firm voice, though one gentler