Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1851-04-05
The Captives Daughter.
A SCOTCH TALE.

Ahe CaptHveS ABaUShter.
A SCOTCH TALE.
When the tyranny and bigotry of
the last James drove his subjects to
take up arms against him, one of the
most formidable enemies to his dan
gerous usurpations was Sir John
Cochran, ancestor to the present
Earl OF Dundonald, He was one of
the most prominent actors in ArgyIes
rebellion, and for ages most de-
structive gloom seemed to have hung
over the house OF Campbell, envelop-
ing in common ruin all who united
their fortune TO the cause of its chief
tains. The same doom encompass
ed Sir John Coz hrane. He was sur
rounded by the kings troops-long,
deadly and desperate was his resis-
tancei but at length, overpowered by
numbers, he was taken prisoner,
tried, and condemned to die on the
scaflold. He had but few days to
live, and the jailor awaited but the ar
rival of his deathwarrant to lead him
forth to execution. His family and
friends had visited him in prison, and
exchanged with him the last, the
long. The -heart-yearnnlg 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 Grizel, the
daughter ofhis love.
Twilight was casting a deeper
gloom over the gratings of his prison
house; he was mourning for a last
look of his iavorite child. His head
was pressed against the cold, damp
wall of his cell, to cool the feverish
pulsatlons that shot through it like
stings Of fire, when the door of his
apartment turned slowly on its him
ges, and his keeper entered followed
bysa young and beautiful lady. Her
person was tall and commanding;
her eyes dark, bright and fearless;
but their very brightness spoke of
sorrow, of sorrow too deep 10 be
wapt away; her raven tresses were
parted over brow clear and pure as
the polished marble. The unhappy
captive raised his head as they enter
ed.
My chiIdl my own Grizell' he ex-
claimed, as she fell upon his bosom.
My father! my father!' sobbed the
miserable maiden, and she dashed
away the tear that accompanied the
words.
Your interview must be short, We.
ry Short said the jailor as he turned
anG left them together few minutes.
God help and comfort thee, my
daughterl' added the UNHAPPY father,
as he held her 10 his breast and print
ed kiss upon her brow i had fear
ed that ] shoult die without bestow.
ing my blessing upon the head of my
own child, and that stung me worse
than death: but thou art, my love
thou art comei and the last blessing
of thy Wretched father
Nay, fatherl' she exclaimed; mot
the last blessingl not the lastl My
father shall not die'
BE calm, be calm, my child' ex,
claimed he; would to heaven I could
comfort thee, my own, my own
But there is no hope; within three
days, and thou and my little one:
will be-
FatherIess, he would have said
but the word died on his tongue.
Three daysl' repeated she, raising
her head from his breast, but eagerly
pressing his hand. Three days! theI
there is hopei My father shall live
Is not my grandfather the friend O
Father Petre, the confessor and mas
ter ofthe kingl from him he shall beg
the life of his son, and my father shall
not die
Nay, nay, my Grizel,' returned
he; be not deceived; there is no hope
already my doom is sealedI alread,
the king has signed the order for n i
execution, and The messenger O
death ie already on The wayl
yet my father shall not--shaIl no
die she repeated emphalically, anC
clasping hcrhands together, Heaver