The daily national Whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1849, 1847-08-17
NATIONAL WING.
TOUCHING STORY.
THE DAUGHTER.
\ TALE or TWEED.u0TH MOOR.

usu, nations was Sir John Cochrane, ances-
10, 10 the present Earl Dundonald. He
was one OF the most prominent actors 10
Argyle's rebellion, and for ages settled
gloom hung over The house oil the Camp
! bells, envcloping in common ruin all who
united their fortunes in the cause OF its
chieflans. The same doom encompassed
Sir John Cochrne. He was surrounded
by the kings troops-long, deadly, and
Lesporale was his resistance, but at length,
overpowered by numbers, he was taken
prisoner, tried and condemned to die upon
ihc scdtJl. He had but few days to
live, and his aior waited the arrival of his
death warrant TO lead him forth 10 execution.
Ills family and friends had visited him in
prison, and exchanged with him the last,
The long, the heart-renaing farewell. Blu,
there was one who was the pride of his
eye and Of his house: even Grizel the daugh-
Ter Of his love. Twilight was casting
deep gloom over the grating Of his prison
house; he was mourning for a last look OF
his lavorIte child, and his head was pressed
against the cold, damp wall of his cell, to
cool the cvcrish puIsations that shot
through it like stings of fire, when The door
OF his apartment turned. slowly on its un-
wilds hinges, and his. keeper entered, fol-
lowed by young and beautiful lady. Her
person was tall and commanding, her eyes
dark, bright, and fearless, but their very
brightness spoke OF sorrow-of sorrow too
deep to be wiped away-and her raven
lresses were parted over an open brow,
clear aud pure as the polished marble.
The unhappy captive raised his head as
they entered.
My chiGl! my own Grizeln he exclaimed,
and she fell upon his bosom. -.
MY father! my dear iathcr' sobbed the
miserable maiden, as she dashed away the
tears that accompanied The words, r..
your interview must be shor,'-very
short, said the jaior as he turned and left
them fora few minutes together.
God help and comfort thee, my daughter!
added the unhappy father, and lie held her
b his breast, and imprinteda kiss upon her
ilow, q feared that | should die without
besto}wIns my last blessing upon the head
Of my own child, and that stuug me more
than death, but thou art come, and the last
blessing Of thy wretched father-,
Nay, torbearn she exclaimed; mot thy
last blessing! not thy last My father shall
not die .. 49, .. ... III.
BE, calm, be cain, my childn returned
he, would 10 heaven that could comfort
thee, my own my own! But there is no
hope within three days thou and all my
little ones will be-'
Fathelless, he would have said, but the
words died on his tongue. t......
Three daysn repeated she, raising heI
head from his breast, but eagerly pressing
his hand, my father shall live! Is not my
grandfather the friend Of Father Petre, the
conlessor and master oil the king from hin,
he shall beg the life Of his son, and my
father shall not die
Nay! nay, my Grizel,' returned he, ebe
not deceived, there is no hope-already
my doom is sealed-aready the king has
signed the order for my execution and The
messenger Of death is now on the way
yet my father shall not den she repea-
led emPhatically and claspng her hands
together, Heaven speed daughters pur-
posen she exclaimed; and turning to her
father, said calmly: we part now, but we
shall meet again. @.. r..
What would my child?' inquired he ca
gerly, gazing anxiously on her face.
ASK not now,' she replied, my father
ask not now; but pray for me, and bless me
but not with thy last blessing'
lie pressed her hand to his heart, and
wcpt upon her neck, In few moments
the ja'lor entered and they were torn from
tie arms Of each other.
On the evening Of the second day after
the Interview we have mentioned, a way
iarng man crossed the draw bridge at Ber-
wick, from the north, and proceeding down
Marygate, sat down to rest upon benc h
by the door of an hosiery on the side Of
me street, nearly fronting where what was
called the Main guard stood. He did
not enter the inn for it was above his APP
parent condition, being tina! which Oliver
cromwell had made his headquarters few
years before, aud when at some earlier ne.
rod James the Sixth had taken up his resi-
aehce whom on his way to enter on the
sovereignty Of England. The traveller
wore coarse lerkln, fastened round his
' body by leaihern girdle, and over i, a
SINAI! cloak, composed of equally plain
materials. lie was evidently young man
but his beaver was drawn down, so as al
moStto conceal h's features. In one hand
he carried small bundle, and in the other a
pilgrims staff. Having called for glass OF
wine, he took crust Of bread from his
bundle, and after resting few minutes rose
10 deIar, The shades of nigh, were set
ting IN, and il threatened 10 be night Of
storm, The heavens were gathering black
the clouds rushing from the sea, sudden
gusts Of wind were moaning along the
streets, accompanied by heavy drops Of rain
and the face ol the Tweed was troubled.
Heaven help thee, if thou inlendat to &c
far in such a night as this said the scntne
at fhe English gate, as the traveller passet
lin and proceeded to cross tho bridge
10 few minutes he was upon the Dor
ders OF the wide, desola,e, and dreary moo
Of Tweedmoulh, which for miles, presente,
desert Of wind, fern stunted heath, her
and there covered with thick brushwood
a 81 he Hi hire