The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1850-08-02
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The Captive:s Daughter.
1 Scotch Tale.

nes 10 MS dangerous uSuTpdthIlS, Nds OF
John Cochrane, ancester of the present Earl
OF Dundonad. He was one Of the most
prominent actors in Argyle's rebellion and
for ages destructive gloom seemed 10 have
hung over The house of Campbell, envelop-
ing in common ruin all who united their for
tune to the cause of its chieitains. The same
doom encompas<cd Sir John Cochrane. He
was surrounded by The kings troops-long,
deadly and desperate was his resistance but
III length overpowcred by numbers he was
! taken prisoner. tried and condemned TO die
upon the scaliold. He has but few days
to live. and the lliler awaited but the arrival
! of his deaih-warrant 10 lead him forth 10 tx
ecution. His family and friends had visited
him in prison, aud exchanged with him the
hist, the long, the heart-yearning farewell
But there was one who came not with the
rest to receive his blessing one who was the
pride of his eyes and of his house, even GriZ
Ell, the daughter Of his love- Twilight WAS
casting deeper gloom over the gralings Of
his prison house-he was mourning for a
hast look of his fivorIte child, and his head
was pressed ag;iinst the cold damp wall Of
his cell, TO cool the feverish pulsations that
shct through it like stings of fire, when the
door of his apartment turned slowly on its
hinges. and his keeper entered followed by "A
/
tall and commanding, her eyes dark, bright
aud fearless; but their very brightness spoke
OF sorrow-of sorrow too deep TO he wepti
away her raven tresses were parted over
her brow clear and pure us the polished mar
bic. The unhappy captive raised his mead
as they entered
'My child! my own Grizel!" he exclaimed,
and she fell upon his bosom.
My father my dear fatherr sobbed The
miserable maiden. aud she dashed away
the tear that ,.ceomp panied the words.
Your interview must be short, very short"
said the jaiIer as he turned and left them for
Il few minutes together.
'(;od help and comfort thee my daughter!''
added the unappy father, as he held her 10
his breast, and printed Kiss upon her brow.
Il had feared that should die without bes-
towing my blessing upon the heaa of my
own child, AID that sung me more than
death but thou art Come my love-thou ART
come! and the las. blessing OF thy wretched
father
Nay, fcrbearl' she exclaimed, mot the
last blessing. noi the last! My father shall
not ditp'
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. aud thou and my little
ones will be-
Falherless, he would have said but the
word died on his tongue.
"Three daysw repeated she raising her
head from his breast, but eagerly pressing
his hand: three days" then there is hope
my father shall live! Is not my grandfather
the friend oi Father Petre. The coniessor and
the master of The king2-From him he shall
beg the life Of his sou, and my father shall
not die. "
Nay, nay, my Grizel," returned he be
not deceived-ihere is no hope-already my
doom is sealed! -already the king has signed
the order for my execution, and The messen-
ger of death is already on the way"
yet my father shall not-shall not die"
she repeated emphaticaly, and clasping her
hands together-''IIeaven speed daugh-
ter's purpose" she exclaimed; and turning
TO her father said calmly part now.
but we shall meet again"
'IYhat would my chiid?'' enquired he
Ieagerly, gazing anxously in her face.
TASK not now,n she reped+ bot pray for
and bless me--but not with thy last blessing
He again pressed her TO his heart and
wept upon her neck. In "a few moments The
Ilai.er entered, and they were torn from the
arms OF each other.
On the evening Of the second day after tie
interview we have mentioned way GLri.lc
man crossed the drawbridge at Berwick. from
: the north, and proceeded down. Marygate.
sat down 10 rest on a bench hy tie door of am
, hosiery, on the south side Of The street near
ly fronting where what was called the Main
| guard then stood. He did not enter the inn.
for i: was above his apparent condition, be-
! ing that which Oliver Cromwell had made
, his head quarters few years before, and
where at somewhat earlier period, james
the sixth had taken up his residence when on
, his way 10 enter on the sovereignty of Eng
land. The traveller wore coarse jerkin
; fastened round his body 10y leather girde.
and over it a shcrt cloak, composed OFF, ,,n,lIy
plain materials He ~" US c,',..,,, -,
"''' mis- Bower was drawn down SO as
airs, 10 conceal his features. In one hand
f he ca.ried a small bundle, and in the other a
pilgrims staff.
$ Having called for a glass Of wine he took
a crust OF bread from his bundle, and after
3 resting for few minutes, rose TO DEPART
l The shades CT night were setting in, and il,
threatened 10 be night OF storms. The
heavens were gathering black the clouds
rushing from the sea, sudden gusts of wind
were moal ing along the streets, accompanied
by heavy drops of rain. and the lace OF The
Tweed was troubled ~-
Heaven help thee, 1t thou intendest TO
travel far in such night as this p said the
sentinel at the English gate. as the travel
er passed him aud proceeded TO cross the
: bridge.
La few moments he was on the border Of
the wide, desolate and dreary moor OF Tweed
mouth which Tor miles, presented a desert Of
whims, fern and siuaied heath, with here aud
/ there dngle. covered with thick brushwood.
1 He slowly loiIed over the steep bill, heading
1 the storm which now ragged in wdest fury
Z The rain fell IN torrents and the wind hOwed