New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-06-26

made motion to enjoin silence; it was obeyea;
his visitor advanced with quiet tread the
merchant looked upon him with wonder. Sure
Iy-no-and yet, could it be that bus Judge
Lord Cromwell, the Vicar -General-stood before
him? and stood, not with threatening IN his
eve. not with denuneiations on his hps-put
took his stand on tile other side of poor Emilia,
gaz,np on her with an eye in which tenderness
and compassion were conspicuous.
A,aazemsnt bound up the faculties OF the
merchant. He seemed to himself as one that
dreauaetb
e Awake, gentle girl, awake said Lord
Cromwell az he stocped over Emilia Let me
hear thy voice once more as it sounded IN mime
| ear in other days"
/ The gentle accents fell too light to break the
! SPELL of that heavy slumber and the merchant,
whose fears, feelings and confusion formed
perfect ossaos, STOPPING over his child suddenly
awoke her With the CRY Of sc Emilia, Emilia
awake, and behold cur judge!"
sNay, nay, not Tins roughly" said Lord
Cromwell, but the sound mad already recalled
| Emilia to q sense of wretchSlness She half
raised herself from her recunbent posture into
| a kneeling one, shadowing her dazzled eyes with
her hand, her streaming hair falling in wild
disorder over fer shoulders, and thus ressing at
the feet of her judge.
ssLook ON me, Emilia s' said Lord Cromwell
And encouraged by the gentle accents, she RAISED
her tear-swollen eyes to his face. AS she did
SO, the Vicar General lifted from his brow his
plumed cap, and revealed the perfect outline OF
his features And Emilia gazed as if spell
bound, until gradually shades Of doubt, OF won
der, of recognition, came struggling over her
countenance, and finally, in a voice Of passion.
ate amazement she exclaimed: ssIt is the same!
1t is our sick soldier guest"
Even so,'' said Lord Cromwell; " even so,
nv dear and gentle nurse. He who was then
the poor dependant on your bounty, receiving
from your charity his daily bread as an aims,
hath this day presided over the issues Of life and
death, as your judge; but fear not Emilia; the
sight Of thee, gentle girl, comes like the memory
of youth and kindly thoughts across the sterner
\ mood that hath lately darkened over me. They
, whose voice may influence the destiny OF a
nation, gradually lose the memory of gentler
thoughts 1t may be Providence hath sent thee
to melt me back again into softer nature.
Many heart shall be gladdened, that but for
my sight of thee. had been sad unto death l
bethirk me, gentle girl of flowers, laden with
/ dew and rich in fragrance, which thou dldst lay
A upon my pillow, while this head throbbed with
agony Of pain upon it, fondly thinking that
:, their sweetness would be balm and how thou
o vert used to steal into my chamber and listen te
: tales of this, the land of home Thou art here
: and how hast thou been welcomed to prison
: and we'll nigh to death. But the poor soldier
hath a home; come thou and thy father ane
s share it,
An hour-who dare prophesy its events. A
/ the beginning of that hour, the merchant AM
e / his daughter had been the sorrowful inmates o
Y | a prison; at its close they were the treasure
v | ruests of palace.