Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1852-08-27

through the cry OF LONDON TO w eStmln-
ster-' Thou art sad, dear daughter
Nay, my father replied the maiden,
& would not be so but it is hard always
10 wear cheerful countenance when
Thy heart is sad, thou wouldst say
Nay, | meant it not
Il have scarcely seen thee smile since
we entered this England--I may not say
this hereto England
Hush dear father, hush the winds
may whisper it; see you not that we are
surrounded by a multitude p
They are running madly 10 some
revelry.'
Let us leave their path, then,' said the
girl; 1t suits not our fallen fortune, or
our dshonorable faith, to seem to mingle
IN this stream of folly. Doubtless the
king has some new pageantry.'
Well, and if it be 50, replied the father
'haply the gewgaw and the show might
bring back the truant smile TO thy lip, and
the lost lustre 10 thine eye. See how
anxious, how eager, how happy seem this
multitude Thou mayst catch their cheer
fulness. We will 90 with the stream
The girl offered no further resistance.
They were strangers i'll the land; poor,
almost Pennyless. They had come from
their own country to reclaim debt which
one OF the mobiles ol the court had incur
red IN more prosperous days, when the
merchant was rich i'll silver and gold, and
merchandise. The vast lhrong poured on,
swelling until it BECAME a mighty tide
the balls Pealed out, the cannon beloved,
human voices augmented the din. The
/ Thames was lined on either bank every
building on lis margin crowded, and its
surface peoPled. Every sort Of aquatic
vessel covered it's bosom, so that the flow
ing river seemed rather some broad road
/ teeming with life. Galley after galley,
/ gIIttering with gold and purple, came on.
laden with the wealth. and the pride. and
the beauty of the land, and presently the
acolamatlon of a thousand voices rent the
skies. The king the king long live
the king He came-Henry the Eighth
came, In all that regal dignity, and gor-
geous splendor, in which he so much de-
/ lighted
And then began the pageant, oontrived
TO throw odium on Rome, and 10 degrade
the pretenslons of the Pope, Two gal
leys. one bearing the arms of England, the
other marked by the papaI insignia, ad-
vanced towards each other, and the fc-
tlclous contest commenced.
Borne on by the crowd, our merchant
and his daughter had been forced into a
conspicuous situation. The peculiar dress,
the braided hair, the beauty and foreign
aspect Of the girl had marked her out to
the rude gallantry of the crowd so that,
to limited circle, the father and daughter
were themselves objects Of interest and
curiosity.
The two vessels Joined, and the mimic
contest was begun. OF course, the Eng
llsh oolors triumphed over the papal. Up
to this point, the merchant bore his pangs
IN silence; but when the English galley
had assumed the victory, then came the
trial Of patience. Efiges of the cardinals
were harled latO the stream amid the
shouts and dersions of the mob At each
plunge groans issued from his tortured
breast. 1t was in vain that Emilia clung
to his arm and implored him, by every fear,
to restrain himself. His religious zeal
/ overcome his prudence ; and when, at
last, the figure of the Pope, dressed in his
pOntiiical robes, was hurled into the tide,
the loud exclamation of agony and horror
burst from his lips
Oh! monstrous lmpiety of an aCcursed
and sacrilegious king - sounded loudly
above the din of the mob.
1t was enough; the unhappy me chant
was Immediately consigned over to the
secular arm.
Oh! sad were those prison hours
The girl told her beads-the father prayed
to all the saints-apd then came the vain
consultations by which one endeavored to
cheat the other. They thought Of their
own sunny land, It's balmy air, It's living
beauty, and that thought was home.
November came, with all its gloom
the lonth that should have been the grave
of the year, coming, as it is does, with
shroud and cerecloth, foggy, dark, and
dreary; the fathers brow numbered more
wrinkles; the once black hair was more
nearly bleached the features more aiten-
uated.
And the daughter-ah youth is the
transparent lamp Of hope-but in her the
light was dim
In fear and trembling the unhappy for
eigners waited the day of doom. The
merchants offence was one little likely to
meet with mercy. Henry was jealous of
his title as head Of the church He had
drawn up code of articles of belief,
which his subjects were desired to sub
scribe to, and he had Instituted court, of
which he made Lord Cromwell vicar-gen-
eral, for the express trial Of those whose
orthodoxy in the kings creed was called