The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1848-07-01
A Faithful Daughter.
A TALE OF TwEEDMourH MOOR,

When The tyranny of the last James drove
his subjects 10 take up arms against hlm,one
oflhe most formidable enemies to his usur-
paton was Sir John Cochrane, ancestor of
lie present Earl Dundonald. He was one
ofthe mos, prominent actors in Argyle's re-
bellon, aud for ages settled gloom hung over
the house ofthe Canipbells, enveloplng in
common ruin all who united their for
tunes in the cause ofits chiettnins. The
same doom encompassed Sir John Cochrane.
He was surrounded by the kings troops
long, deadly & desperate was his resistance;
but at length overpowered by numbers, he
was taken prisoner. tried and condemned to
die upon the scaffold.lIe had but few days TO
live, and his jailnr waited the arrival OF his
death warrant to lead him forth TO execution.
His family aud friends had visited him in
prison, and exchanged with him the last,
the long, the heart rendins farewell. But
there was one who was the pride of his eye
and of his house: even Grizei, rthe daughter
ofhs love, Twilight was casting n deep gloom
over the grating of his prison house; lie was
mourning for the last look Of his fIyorile
child; and his head was pressed aEnnst the
cold damp woll of his cell, TO cool The tGHer-
| ish pulsnlon that shot through ii like strings
! of fire, hen the door OF tho nparmeutt,Irli-
ed slowly on its hinges,and his keeper enter
ed, followed by II young aud beautiful lady,
| Her person was tail aud commanding, her
ewes dark, bright aud fearless; hat their very
! brightness spoke Of sorrow-to deep too be
wiped away-ond her raven treSses were par
ted over mn open brow, clear aud pure as the
polished marble. The unhappy captive r'is-
ed his head ms they entered.
"My child! my own Grizel" he exclaimed,
and she fell upon his bosom.
NV fi.rher! my dear fatler!'sobbed the mis-
cradle maiden, ms she dashed away the tear
that accompanied the words.
"Your interview mus he short-very short,
said the TAILOR, as he turned and left them for
II few minutes together.
God help and comfort thee,my daughtcr
added the unhappy father, and he held her
10 his brenst, and imprinted kiss upon her
brow; ~ feared that should die without be-
slowing my last blessing upon the head Of
my own child, and that sting me more Than
death, hut thou art come; and the last bless
ing ofthy wretched father"
"Nay, forbear!' she exclaimed: "not thy last
blessing! not thy last My father shall not
die"
'.Be calm he calm, my childw returned he,
"would 10 Heaven that icould comfort thee,
my own, my own! But there is no hope -
within three days thou ANA all my little ones
will be"
Fatherlcss he would have said, but the
word died on his tongue,
"'Three days." repeated she, raising her
head from her breast but eagerly pressing
his hand; "iny father shall live! Is not my
grandfather the friend of Father Petre, the
conessor g. muster of The king? from him be
shall beg the lite of his son. and my father
shall not die"
"Nay, nay, my Grizel," returned lie, "be
not deceved--lhere is no hope-a|ready my
doom is sealed-already lie king has signed
the order for my eXccution'and The messenger
of death is now on The way
"Yet nv father shall not die!' she repeated
emphnrically, and claspiug her hands togeth-
er-"IIeaven speed daughters purpose,
she exclaimed; aud turning to her tntiersnld
calmly; awe part now, but shall meet u
gain"
"What would my child?" inquired he ea-
gerly, gazing anXiously on her face.
ASK not now," she replied. "my father
ask not now; hut pray for me,and Bless me
but not with thy last blessing"
He dressed her hand to his heart, and
went upon her neck. In few moments the
tailor entered. and they were torn from the
arms OF each other. N,
On the evening ofthe second day, after
the interview we have mentioned, Waytar-
ing man crossed the drawhridge at Berwick,
| from the north, and proceeding uoWh mary
gate, sat down to rest upon u bench by the
door ofan hpstelry on the side OF the street,
nearly fronting where what was called the
"Main guard" stood. He did not enter the
inn, for it was above his apparent condition
being that which Oliver Cromwell had made
his headquarters few years before. ~ where
at some earlier period james the vi. had tn
ken ND his residence OH his way to enter on
the sovereignty of England, The traveller
wore close jerkin, fastned round his body
bv leathern sirle,nnd over it n small CLOAK,
composed of equally plain materials. lie
was evidently young man.. but his beaver
hat was drawn down, so as almost TO conceal
his features. In one hand he carried small
bundle, aud in the other pilgrims staff.
Having called for glass Divine, he took n
crust Of bread from his bundle,and after rest
ing few minutes, rose to depart. The
shades of night were setting in, and it threat
ened to he night of storms. The heavens
we've gathering black, the clouds rushing
from the sea, and sudden gusts ofwind were
moaning along the streets, accompanied by
heavy drops ofrain, and the face OF the
Tweed was troubled.
4 HIIeaven help thee, ifrhou intendest to GO
far on such night as this" said the sentinel
at the English gate. as the traveller pissed
him and proceeded TO cross the bridge.