The Illinois free trader and LaSalle County commercial advertiser. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1841-1843, 1843-09-22
Revenge.
AN nIsroRIcAL FRAGMENT.

AN HISTORICAL FRAGMENT.
Come with me, gentle reader, let us roll back
the wheels Of time some twelve hundred years
and, sooner even than one Of our famed steamships
cross the brinv ocean, we will alight in merry
England.-rhe sun was Just sinking beneath the
pillows which lave the shores, and its rays still
fingered upon the lofty turrets OF Cigar Castle and
now blending every object in harmony, and anon
revealing long chain Of dark green hills, and, in
the bright summer days, one could easily descIy
the glittcIing form Of cascades aud waterfalls
which come gurgling down 10 the still cvendc,
mingling with the sweet music Of the waves as
they beat upon the beach with unwagering preci-
sion. The castle itself was an ancient cdiiicc Of
Gothic architecture, situated on an emincnce which
overlooked the surrounding country, and with is
massive walls Of grey stone, seemed like a scnli-
mel watching, with jealous eyes, the movements of
its negibors; for, at the period Of which speak,
war and rapine were almost the sole business of
the inhabitants. But, on this evening, the moon
rose so calm aud lovely, and It's bcamsicll 20 gent
ly around, that one could scarce believe ii had ever
witnessed aughl sinful. The light was sufficient
20 reveal the forms Of two females standing in the
conversation.
ado you think, my daughter said the eldest,
"can you, for moment, imagine that descend
an, Of the carls Of Olgar-one, too, who has sway
,t III Of mill 10 ,l,. I,,u
born, from her enemies No; ii have meiiied
death, will abide the result"
"But," intcrposcd the daughter in tones of gen
tie remonstrancc, 'your life is dearer to me than
my own. | would die for yon, bu, canno, live
without you. Go with me, dear mother, md we
will seek an asylum where, safe from every enc
my, we can live for each other"
"Nay my child" said the other, ''p,css me not.
The hand Of death is already upon me, and am
here to discharge painful duiy-io tell my child
the mother she adores is unworthy of her love
the hand she presses is stained with blood! Yes,
it is true; Ellrida, the once pure and innocent IL
frida, is O murceress! Though you regard me
with horror, tho lime was, Emma, when | was
worthy of your love. Turn not from me, for
would warn you by my experience, before | leave
you forever. welded the murdcrc. of your fu-
Their, not for his throne, but for vengeance. BY
the aid Of powerful drug, ! laid him in the grave,
and this dagger drank tho life blood Of bis SON.
My desires for revenge were gratilicd, but have
found that the paths of sin are paths of bitterness
Years Of unavailing repentance have passed since
the commission of that awful deed, and now tina,
suspicion is awakened, | have employed the same
mans to place myself beyond tho reach Of
Justice
Elirja ceased speaking, The full moon shin
ing on her face showed that the spirit had fed.
Her band still grasped the poniard, and her dark
hair hung in beautiful curs around Der face and
neck, but the !igh! of her eyes had Ged and her
once dazzling features wore the pale hue Of death.
Thus persisted England's once naughty queen
The particulars Of her history are doubtless iami-
liar 10 all. Blu, there was one placed in The Sc
pulchrc by her side who though not mentioned
IN history was worthhy Of a better fate. We al.
lude 10 the unfortunate Emma, who though she
could not boast as much beauty as her mother
possessed all tho great and amablc qualities which
ndorn the sex. She never recovered from the
shock she received in the death Of her mother and
was soon placed by the side Of her who had brok.
en- ,be cords which bound her ptra spirit to the
world.