Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-10-29

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had become more bitter than his first des.
pair. But even that hupe, butter as it was,
persisted. he inlercession of.his falher
had been unsuccessiul-and a second time
the bigsied and " ould be despotic monarch
had signed the warrant Of his death and
within u little more than another day that
warrant would reach his prison. So ~
''fhe will Of heaven be DONE" eroaned
the captive. eaa II IT, .~f-. ~. afs-.
: ''Amen,'' returned Gri.el with vehe-
menee,. s'but my father shall not die.'
Again The rider with the mail had reach
ed moor of rweed.nouth, and the second
time he bore with him the doom Of Coch,
frane. He sPurfeda hisshess seeto iaiss ussasisi
speed, he looked cautiously before, behind
aud around him, and in his right hand. he
carried pistol TO defend himself. The
moon shed u ghas,Iy light across The heath,
rendering deso.a,ion visible, and giving Il
spiritual embodiment TO every shrub. He
was turning the angle OF a. struggling copse,
when his horse reared at the report OF
pistol, the fire oil which flashed into his very
eyes. At the same moment his own pistol
flashed, and the horse rearing more violent
ly, he was driven from the saddle. In
moment the foot OF the robber was upon
his breast who bending over him, and
brandshing sho;t dagger he had in his
hand said: -E >
"Give me thine arms. or die!'
The heart OF the kings servant tailed
him, and, without venturlng reply, Ne d!o
us he WAS commanded.
Nov go thy woy,' said the rotber
siernly, ''aut leave with me thy horse, anu
leave mitii me the mail-lest worse thing
come upon thee.''
The man arose and proceeded towards
Berwick trembling, and the robber mount
ed the horse which he had LETT and rode
rapidly across the heath.
Preparations were made for the execution
of Cochrane, and the officers of law waited
cny ior the arrival OF the mail with his
second death warrant, to lead him forth to
The scatfold, when ,idings arrived that the
mail mad again been robbed.
For ye. fourteen days The life Of the
prisoner would be prolonged He again
tell upon the neck Of his daughter and
wept, and said: @
1T lis go,d-,he hand Of heaven is in
ltish'
''Said | no,,'' replied the maiden-and
for the first time she wept aloud d-''lhat
my father should not die!' :-- at
The fourteen days were not yet passed,
when the prison doors flew open, and the
old Earl of Dundonad rushed TO the arms
of his sun. His imercession with the con-
fessor had at length been successful = and
| after twice signing the warrant Tor the
execution OF Sir John, which had so often
toled in reaching its destination, The king
had sealed his pardon. lie had hurried
with his father to his own house-his
family were clinging around, shedding tears
Of jny-and they were marvelling with
gratitude at the mysterious providence that
had twice Intercepted the mail and saved
his life, when 4 stranger craved an
audience.
Sir John desired him to be admitted
and the robber entered He was hablted
as above described, with tho coarse jerkin,
but his bearing was above his condition.
On entering he slightly touched his beaver
but remained covered.
"When you have rerused these" said
he, taking two papers from his 5osom, "casi
them into the fire. -z
Sir John glazed on them, started, and
became pale-they were his death war.
rants.
"My deliverer," exclaimed he, chow
shall thank .hee-how repay the saver
of my life' My father-tny children
thank him for me. ...... ~
| The old Earl grasned the hand Of the
stranger-lhe children embraced him, and
he burst into tears.
"By what name," eagerly inquired Sir
John, '.shall thank my deliverer!''
The stranger wept aloud, and raising his
beaver, the raven tresses Of Grizel Coch.
rane fell on the coarse cloak.
''Gracious Heavens!' exclaimed the
astonished and enraptured father, ''my own
child. my savof! my own Grizel!'' g.
It is not necessary TO add more-the
imagination of The reader can supply the
rest-and we may only add that Grizel
Cochrane whose heroism and noble atfec
ton have here been hurriedly and imper-
fectly sketched, was, tradition says, the
grandmother Of the late Sir John Stuart Of
Alambank, and greet great grandmother OF
Mr.. Coutts, the celebrated banker.
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