Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1842-04-02
No. g..

lar by the portraits of Mary, Queen of
Scots. The rich, ripe lips, wore the same
expression of tenderness, the soft brilliant
eyes were shaded by the same long and sill
ken lashes, and the outline Of the exquisite
chin and throat melted as harmoniously into
that Of the snowy neck. Gathering a few
other flowers valuable for their great per-
fume, she arranged the whole into boquet,
which, having tied with band Of silk floss,
she left that part Of the garden and was
lost to the Princes view. Reseating him
self at the table and taking the pen, which
few minutes before, he had abandoned, he |
rapidly sketched one of those little songs
which have since been attributed to him I'M
der the name of Scottish Melodies. He then
took harp which sat in one corner of the |
room, and soon adopted the lines to simple |
and beautiful air, with which he resolved
to greet the fair lady of the boquet, should
she again appear alone in the garden. By
means of Sir Anthony barley, his keeper,
he ascertained that her name was Johanna
Beaufort, and that she was of the blood
royal of England. He soon had the oppor-
tunity which he desired to try the effect of
his song, the words of which were so point
ed, that she could not be at loss TO know
that she was the person addressed. The
Prince could even discern the deepening of
the rcse-tint on her cheeks as she slowly
turned away, but the high grated windows
OF his prison sunk deeply into the heavy
walls, precluded her from obtaining even an
lndistinct view of his person, which she
| gladly would have done by stealth through
| the iowery hedge behind which she rctrea-
| ted. She only knew that the minstrel was
| Prince James of Scotland, whose fate had
| frequently been the private theme Of con-
versation among the ladies Of the court
Strongly was she tempted the following
morning, to visit her favorite rose-bush. but
she resisted the inclination, although, while
she was gathering some roses far less beau
tiful, whOzs she could not obtain even a
glimpse of the prisoners window, she
would hear him singing the same song to
which she had listened the morning Prec E.
ding.
Each day, by early dawn did the Prince
repair to his window, in the hope to behold
her who had inspired him with such lively
sentiments of admiration and love. 1t was
his fate to be disappointed.
One day, near its close, when on her way
to the apartments Of the Queen, Johanna
!
ly bowling, requested her to inquire Of hel
grace, if she would listen to few Scottish
songs. She conveyed the message, anc
somewhat dull, in comparison with that o.
her own country, ordered him to be admit
ted. He was tall and finely formed, anc
wore the plaid Of mis- country with much
grace. As he entered, he lifted his bonnet
| hrnv ,nh be- Sill.
ed to the floor displaying profusion OF
greeted the Queen, he ran his fingers over
and then in a clear manly voice commenced
his song At the sound of his voice, 10
hanna Beaufort started, and to conceal hel
agitation from the Queen, sunk back into
the recess of a window. As he sung, thu
minstrel kept his eyes fastened on the floor
Once only he ventured to raise them to the
face of the fair girl who stood opposite t
him, and then his voice faltered, and hi
unsteady and doubtful touch. 1t might hav,
been the reflection OF the heavy crimson
curtains that shaded the window, but as sh
turned from its gaze, color broke over he
cheeks deep as the half-bown rose that mes
that shaded her bosom.
Sir MINSTREL said Queen Catharne gai
ly, as he closed his song, thou art master o
thy art, and if Harry of Monmouth had no
already won me, and borne me from m,
dear sunny France, would refuse to lister
to his suit till he could win me with la!
sweet as thine. Now sing us somewha
merrier ditty, and then we must dismls
thee. for the long shades which begin to b.
cast upon the floor, would remind me, dl
, not my heart do so, that the hour is at han
for me to visit the young Prince
Your Grace's command shall be obeyed
he replied, though have little cause, an
; still less heart for merry song
: 'Ah,' said Catharine, thou must go
8 France, where the sons of Apollo find fave
I as we'll as those of Mars
I The minstrel was about to commence hi
:, second song, when stir was heard in tn
a passage. The door was thrown open, tn
S King announced, and the next moment Hell
= ry V entered the apartment. At the fir
!, intimation of the Kings approach, the mil
f strel had received permission from Il
f Queen to withdraw, and had sunk back I'M
o the shadowy part of the room that
t might glide thence unnoticed, as soon ;
d the passage through the door should be III
e INSTRUCTED. He was in the act of exec
e ting his intention, when he caught the e!
e of the King, who commanded him to r
IT main. He obeyed, retreating still farth
y into the gloom, Johanna Beaufort turnt
It pale, and without knowing what she dl
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