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

W o'' viz ~ iAhhg VI VIC ltSG JSIileS
drove his subjects to take up arms
against him, one of the most fnrmida.
bic enemies Of his usurpatinns was
Sir John Cochrane, ancestor to the
present. Earl DundonaId. lie was
one of the most prominent actors in
Argylcs REBEL on, and for ages a set
tied gloom hung over the house Of the
Canphells enveloping in common ruin
all who united their fortunes in the
cause Of its chieitains. The same
doom encompasscd Sir John Cuchranc.
lie 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 the scafi"ld. He had but few
days to live, and his jailor awaited the
arrival of his death.warrant to lead him
forth to execution, His family and
friends had visited him in prison and
exchanged with him the las, long heart
reudiiis farewell. But there was one
who was the pride of his eye anh Of
his house; even Grisel, the daughter of
mis- love. Twilight WAS casting deep
gloom over the grating of his prison
house; he was mourning for last look
of his favorte child, and his head was
pressed against the cold, damp wall Of
his cell, to cool the tcve ish pulsntinns
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 young
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 I" be wiped away--and her
raven trcsses were parted over her
brow pure as the polished marble =
The unhappy captive 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 tho miserable maiden, as she dash
ed away tnc tears that accompanied
the words.
"Your interview must be short,
very Short" said the jailor as he turn.
ed and left them, for a few minutes,
together.
God help and comfort thee, my
daughter ! added the unhappy iathcr,
ard he held her to his breast. and i'm.
printed kiss upon her brow. az
feared that should die without be-
slowing my last blessing upon the
head Of my own child, and that stung
me more than death, but thou art come
and the last blessing Of my wretched'
father
Nay, forbear ~ she exclaimed;
not thy last blessing; not thy last |!
My father shall not die"
" BE calm, be calm, my child! % re-
piled he; "wouId to heaven that
could comfort thee, my own. But
there is no hopo-within three days
thou and all thy little ones will be-"
Fatherless, he would have said, but
he the words died on his tongue.
Three days!" replied she, raising
her head from his breast, but she added
eagerly pressing his hand, "lny father
oi"'I l'e IS not my grand father
the friend of father Petrc, 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 observation-disclosures 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 cmphaticaIIy; and turning to
her father, said calmly; we part now,
but we shall meet AGAIN"
What would my child" inquired
ne eagerly, gazing nnxiously on hor
face
Ask not now. my father" she re.
Piled" ask not now; but pray for me,
ana bless 'ne--but not with thy last
blessing"
lie pressed her haud to his heart.
and wcP; upon her neck. In a few
m"inents the jnilor entered and they
were torn from the arms Of each other.
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