Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1849-02-15

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"And dost thou not think" Cromwell, as
with his accustomed felicity, he changed
the subject for one less displeasing 10 him.
"dost thou not think that the elouuence
which foweth from reason, and is assisted
by forethought, is more powerful than tina,
which cometh on the instant and is the off.
spring, perchance, Of prejudice?"
May" replied Jeffrys
"And," quickly interrupted Cromwell
"dost thou think that could so successfully
have led my people, had | trusted to the
words which sprung on a sudden, and
which are not the result Of fixed princi-
ple?"
Colonel Jeffrys smiled inwardly, for he
well knew that when Cromwell had been
most successful, it had been when he irus-
ted to the power of his feelings, and not in
any of those more labored dscourses with,
which he was wont occasionally to mys,ify
his auditors; but he answered with more
policy than to betray his opinion.
81 believe" was his reply, "that no power
ofreason, no studied speech, or set praise,
could match the eloquence which springs
pure and fervent from the bosom of the
loving pleading for the beloved
And IT, returned the other shortly, be.
lieve as decidedly that thou art wrong
what abored Grafton" pursued Joffrys,
'can surpass David mourning for his son
Absalom-'Oh Absolem, my son, my som
would to God had died for theel'
Would said Cromwell, abruptly, would
it were even now in our power to test this
thing
Suddenly the other arose and stood up
right before the general
pardon my boldnes," he said, "bu, your
wishes may be granted this hour, nay, this
very minute"
"What meanest thou?'
That this moment waiteth without the
wife of him you named but now, come once
more to plead for her husbands life"
"And darest thou7" said Cromwell, angri-
ly.
81 would have dared far more," said Col.
Jeffrys, boldly. "She is the wife of one
whom in my youth loved, but who hath
been separated from me by the iron nature
of the times. He loved his king, Imy coun,
try and its deiverer."
There was something in the nature Of this
speech that won the pleased and silent at
tention ofthe hearer, and he continued
81 could not bear her tears, her agonies
and above all her earnest despair. She is
now without; admit, her, and see if her elo-
quent feeling move not you as it did me; try
if her despair be not more touching than
the voice of the hired advocate"
admit her not-trust not 10 the voice Of
the charmerW exclaimed Colonel Martin
Her husband hath drunk deep of the blood
of our people; the axe is prepared-le, it be
glu,,ed with his blood!'
Peace, my brother, pray the peace,'
said Cromwell. Thou hast done wrong
he added, turning to Colonel Jeffrys, "bu,
she shall be admitted"
The order was given TO the attendants,
and during a pause which made Colonel
Jeffrys tremble for his client. Lady Des-
mond was admitted. By this time, the
sun had gone, and the ligh, afforded by the
red fame of the fire, which threw its glare
ftfully and uncertainty on the inmates Of
that ancient room, was all that remained to
reveal, in Elizabeth Desmond, as she enter
ed, a woman of sad and stately presence,
and one on whom, if the lapse of years had
done much, the weight of grief had done
more, but neither had power to bow her
form, or to quench the fire ofan eye which
looked mournfuly but unquailngly on the
group.
"Art thou the wife ofthe malignant John
Desmond" said Cromwell abruptly.
81 am his most unhappy wife,"
"What wouldsl thou!"
Pardon for my husband"
"And wherefore should the most inveter-
ate hater of Gods people escape his right
eous DOOM"
Il am poor unlearned woman was the
reply, "unskied in aught save prayer 10 my
maker. Weak in all save love for my hus-
band, / can but repeat, pardon, pardon"
us it not written" said Cromwell, omni-
nously, The shedder of the blood of Gods
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