Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1842-11-26

had formed the sumptuous apparel of the
actors therein, paused in the midst of
description of the vests of silver worn by
the lacqueys Of the French ambassador,
who was present on the occasion, and ex-
claimed, --"Her majesty--she speaks--she
hears us!'
The Queen made a slight movement, and
the Lady Scroope endeavored to raise her.
Opening her eyes, and breathing long
and deep sigh, she fell back on the pillows.
Her hand. which had remained firmly fixed
TO her lips for the few preceding hours,
dropped, and a ring rolled upon the floor
at her side.
She was dead
That was the ring which, but short
tine before, in frenzy Of grief and rage,
she had torn from the feeble hands of the
dying Countess of Nolingham;-tha was
the ring which the unhappy Essex, conf
dent to the last of averting the blow Of the
headmans axe, while it almost cleaned be-
fore his eyes, had entrusted to the care of
false and faithless woman, to remind his
royal mistress of her pledge of pardon,
sure and free, upon the sight thereof; that
was the ring for which, hour from hour, the
naughty and impatient sovereign had wait
ed, ere she would exert her high peroga-
tive, and despite the verdict of his peers.
spare, pardon, and perchance recall, and
load once more with especial grace and
favor, her insoent kinsman and subject,
Essex;--that was the ring which, when it
came, brought with it despair and mortal
anguish to her heart, and hurried to her
grave the last proud daughter of the Tudor
line.
"All is over; she is dead!'
The young and dark girl already de-
scribed, tainted as Lady Warwick pro-
nounced these words. Lady Sedgey hur-
ried, as fast as her age would admit Of TO
the pillows on which lay the lifefess
Queen, and after casting such glance on
the body as assured her that she was not
deceived, and that the hand of death had
passed, she turned, calmly and unmoved
from it, as at her feet it lay, fitting emblem
of the vanity of all human greatness, and
accompanied by tn" Marchioness of War
wick, FASTENED through the antechamber tc
the gallery beyond, where more than one
courtier were awaiting their approach
Meanwhile, the Lady Scroope, steathily
watching them from the room, and ascer.
tanning that her sole companion, the faint
ing girl, was still senseless seized the ring
which had fallen from the hand of the
Queen, and, after making sure that the
royal cypher was wrought upon it, hurried
: to the window at the side of the chamber
and unperceived gently opened the lattice
f., "Carey?" she called, in a low voice, to tn,
man mentioned as having taken his station
+ under the window in the commencement
: Of the evening, and who was still standing
, there. muffled and statue-like-"Robert!'
l Il am here" he answered eagerly.
5 "The ring~ she cried extending he
t hand He raised his plumed cap, int
S which she threw it,
"Of off make all speed; my service t.
the King"
MY lords, the Queen is dead" sale
Lady Warwick, as she entered the gallery
In moment, the attendants and such o
the household as were lingering near tn,
chamber of Elizabeth, hurried To it, accom-
panied by the women who had sough
them. On entering, they found Lad,
: Scroode weeping and lamenting over tn
body of her royal mistress.