The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1854-05-24
THE DAUGHTER.
A TO CHING TORY.


When the tyranny Of the last James
drove his subjects to take up arms
against him, one of the most furmida-
bic enemies Of his usurpatinns was
Sir John Cochrane, ancestor to the
present. Earl Du1d"nald. He was
one of the most prominent actors in
Argylcs REBEL on, and for ages set
tied gloom hung over the house Of the
Ca'nphells cnvelopinE in common ruin
all who united their fortunes in the
cause Of its chiettains The same
doom encompasscd Sir John Cuchranc.
He was surrounded by the kings
troops. Long, deadly and desperate
was his resistance. but al length, over.
powered by numbers, he was taken
prisoner, tried, and condemned to die
upon ti'c scatfold. He had but few
days to live, and his jailor awaited the
arrival Of his death. to lead him
forth to execution His family and
friends had visited him in prison and
exchanged with him The last long heart.
rendin. farewell. But there was one
who was the pride of his eye AMI Of
his house; even Grisel, the daughter OF
his love. Twilight WAS casting deep
gloom over the grating Of his prison
mouse; ne was mnnrning for last look
Of his favorite child, and his head was
pressed against the cold, damp wall of
his cell, to cool the tcve ish pulsntnns
that shot through it like the sting of
IRE, when the door OF his apartment
swung on its unoilcd hinges and the
keeper entered, followed by a oung
and beautiful lady. Her person was
tall and commanding, her eyes dark,
bright and fearless; but their very
brightness spoke of sorrow--oi sorrow
too deep t" be wiped away--and her
raven trcsses were parted over her
brow pure as the polished marble =
The unhappy cnPtive raised his head
as they entered.
"My child! my own Grizel ~ he
exclaimed, as she fell upon his bosom.
My father, my dear father !" sob
bed the miserable maiden, as she dash
ed away TIC tears that accompanied
the words.
"Your interview must be short,
very Short" said The TAILOR rs he turn.
ed and left them, for few minutes,
together.
God help and comfort thee, my
daughter ! added the unhappy father,
and he held her to his breast. and i'm :.
printed a kiss upon her brow. 81
feared that should die without be-
stowing my last blessing upon the
head Of my own child, and that stung
me more than death, but thou TT come
and the last blessing Of my wrelched
father
MAY, forbcar !" she exclaim ed;
"not thy last blessing; not thy las, !
My father shall not die"
" Be calm, be calm, my child!" re-
piled he; "would to heaven that |
could comfort thee, my own. But
there is no hope-within three days
thou and all thy little ones will be"
Fathcrless, he would have said, but
he ths words died on his tongue.
"Three days." replied she, raising
her head from his breast, but she added
eagerly pressing his hand, "ny father
shall live! Is not my grand father
the friend of father Pctrc, the confessor
and master of the king, from him he
shall beg the life Of his son, and my
father shall not die"
May nay, Grizcl," returned he,
be not deceived there is no hope
already the king has signed the
order Of my execution and the lnessen
ger OF death is now on the way"
Yet my father shall not die ! she
repeated cmphaticalIy; and turning to
her father, said calmly; we part now,
but we shall meet AGAIN"
What would my child" inquired
nc eagerly, gazing anxiously on her
face.
Ask not now. my father" she re.
Piled =" ask not now; but pray for me,
and bless me-but not with thy last
blessing"
lie pressed her haud to lis heart.
nnd wcP; upon her neck. In q iew
m"'nents the jnilor entered and they
were torn from the arms Of each other,
so inc ev'.,;n. o. the second day after