The Daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1845-1850, 1849-01-23
essing Of thy wretched father"

shall not die ~
BE calm, be'calm, my Child!' exclaimed he
"would to heaven could comfort thee my own,
my own. But there is no hope-within three
days, and thou and my little ones will be-"
Fatheress, he would have said, but the word
died on his tongue.
"Three daysp repeated she raising her head
from his breast, but eagerly pressing his hand
''three days; then there is hope nv father
shall live Is not my grandfather the friend of
Father Petre, the contessor and the master of the
king? From him he shall beg the life Of his son
and my father shall not dle'
"Nay, nay, my Grizel," returned he be not
deceived-there IS no hope--already my doom is
sealed ALREADY the king has signed the order
for my execution, and the messenger of death is
already on the way"
''Yet my father shall not-shal not die" she
repeated emphaticay. and clasping her hands
together" Heaven speed daughters purpose
she exclaimed; and turning to her father said
caImly-"We part now, but we shall meet
again"
"What would my child Z" enquired he earger
ly, gazing anxously in her face
"Ask not now" she replied; "but pray for
me and bless me-but hot with thy last bless
ing"
He again pressed her to his heart and went
upon her neck In few moments the iailer en-
tered, and they were torn from the arms of each
other.
On the evening OF the second day after the in
terview we have mentioned a wayfaring man
crossed the draw bridge at Berwick from the
north, and proceeded down Margate, sat down
to rest on bench by the door of an hostelrv. on
the south side OF the street, nearly fronting what
was called the Vanguard then STOOD He did
not enter the inn, for it was above his apparent
condition, being that which Oliver Cromwell had
made his head quarters a few years before, and
where at somewhat earlier period, James the
Sixth had taken up his residence when on his
way to enter on the sovereignty of England The
traveller wore coarse erkin fastened round his
body by leather grdle, and over it a short
cloak, composed of equally plain materials. He
was evidently young man; but his beaver was
drawn down so as almost to conceal his features
In one hand he carried small bundle, and in
the other pilgrims staff
Having called for a glass of wine he took
crust OF bread IRON his bundle, and after resting
lew minutes, rose to depart. The shades OF night
were setting u and it threatened 10 be night
OF storms. The heavens were gathering black,
the clouds rushing from the sea, sudden gusts Of
wind were moaning along the streets, aceompan-
led by heavy drops OF rain, and the face OF the
Tweed was troubled.
"Heaven help thee, if thou intendest to travel
far in such night as ~ said the sentinel at
the English gate, as the traveller passed him and
proceeded to cross the bridge.
IN lew moments ne was on the borders OF the
wide, desolate and dreary moor OF Tweedmouth,
which, for miles, presented desert Of whins,
fern and stunteI heath, with here and there a
dingle, covered with thick brushwood He slow
ly toiled over the steep hill, heading the storm
which now ragged in wiidesl fury. The rain fell
III torrents, and the wind howled as legion OF
famished wolves, hurting its doefu and angry
echoes over the heath. Still the stranger pushed
onward until he had proceeded above two or
three miles from Berwick when as if unable lon
gerto brave the storm, he sought shelter amidst
some crab and hramble bushes by the waysde.
Nearly an hour had passed since he sought
this imperfect refuge, and the darkness of the
night and the storm had increased together, when
the sound OF horses feet was heard, hurriedy
FLASHING along the road. The rider be nt his head
to the blast Suddenly his horse was grasped bv
the bride, the rider raised his he ad and the tray
eller stood before him, holding pistol to bis
breast
"Dsmount!' cried the stranger sternly.
The horseman benumbed and stricken with.
lear MADE an effort to reach his arms, but in
moment the hand OF the robber, quitting the bril-
die, grasPed the breast of the rider, and dragged
him to the ground He fell heavily on his face
and Tor several minutes remained senseless. The
stranger seized the leathern bag which contained
the mail OF the north, and finging it on his shout
der, rushed across the heath
Early on the following morning, the inhabitants
VI Der"lcK were seen hurrylng in groups to the
spot where the robbery had been committed. and
were scattered in every direction around the moor,
but no trace OF the robbery could be obtained.
Three days had passed, and Sir John Cochrane
yet lived. The mail which contained the death.
warrant had been robbed and before another or.
der could be given, the intercession OF his father
the Earl oil Dundonald, with the kings confessor
might be successful. Grizel now became almost
ms constant companion in prison, and spoke TO
him words OF comfort. Nearly fourteen DAYS had
passed since the robbery of the mail had been
committed, and protracted hope in the bosom Of
inc prisoner became more bitter than his first dc.
SPAR But even that hope, bitter as it was, per.
ished. The lntercession of his father had been
unsuccessful and second time, the bigoted and
would be despotic monarch had signed the war;
rant for his death, and within little more than
another day that warrant would reach his pris
on.
captive. '"e
"Amenr' returned Grizel, with wild yehe.
mence; but my father shall not die'
Again the rider with the mail had reached the
moor OF Tweedmouth, and second time he bore
with him the doom of Cochrane. He spurred his
morse 10 his utmost speed, he looked cautiously
before, behind and arni,nd him .pd n, ~. 80.