Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1855-06-16

| will take charge of him-bd him he with
me tomorrow, for I shall set forth for Middle
ham Castle farewell"
| Inc blessed saints be praised !" calculated
the canon Of st. Martins as the proud Earl
of Warwick departed "the first for INV youDg
Amias is gained-once under the protection Of
the white BEAR little need l fear for him and
who may tell what his after-course NAV be
o, sweet st. Mary, grant him but to upiift the
| Red Rose banner, and my last wish will be
| fulfilled !"
Warwick departed to MiddIeham Castle
| but ere long, message after message was sent
by the now repentant Edward, suing for recon-
| ciliation, which offers of manors and wardships.
and of dignities to be bestowed upon his Re-
| latves (for on Warwick scarcely could another
high Office be heaped, until, at length, urged
by his brothers and softened by SO many CON
cessions, he acceded to the hollow peace
Lands and honors were layshed on his brother.
Lord Montague the mitre of York itself was
placed on the youthful brow of his Youngest
brother, George Neville, the chancellor-and,
in bitter payment for all this, at the feast of
Michaelmas, at the abbey of Reading Warwick
himself led in the luckless Elizabeth Wvdyillc.
and be wary, Warwick" said the canon of
st. Martins "t the time will come at length,
but till then must the bear be chained"
Six anxious, feverish, unsettled years passed
ed away, and often was the hollow peace be-
tween Edward and Warwick broken. and as
often most unexpectedly made up. Hopes of
| the re-blossomng of the Red Rose had almost
feeted from the minds of even the warrnest
Lancastrians, while the Yorkist, irritated at
the profigacy and tyranny of their once popular
monarch began to murmur bitterly, if not
loudly, and to accuse that reckless system Of
favoritism which had raised even the most
distant relatives of Elizabeth to an equality
with the ancient nobility of the land. Still
| little would the spectator. as he gazed at the
merry faces of the holyday clad citizens who
crowded the then wide churchvard of St.
PaM's and Ludgate, believe that aught of
discomfort could find place among them but
the day was bright and summer-like. and O.
splendid procession, bound to their own
cathedral, and to do honor to their own tutelar
saint, was about to pass by, for it was the feast
| OF st. Edward the Confessor and King
Edward and his attendant mobiles were to offer
a new cloth of gold pail at the shrine of the
canonzed Erkenwald
Stand up here, good Margery" said an
! old woman to her companion, who, equally old.
and leaning on cross-handled stick, made her
way with difficulty through the crowd stand
up Just here good Master Malpas is not O.
churl, to drive away an old woman from his
door and here we can see all down Ludgate,
and right to the great door of st. Pauls."
Ay SO we can," replied the other, "but.
I mink how lo++ |.
agone mind We not, in ffty-eight, when good
to make up their peace 2"
Right well, but saints, here are so many
qnarrelS and recOncements, one can scantly
remember them all.
! And there will be more, with our rightful
KING kept in prison, and his son flying none
knoweth where"
Peace, COOL Margery, such things may not
be said only yesternight Ralph Aston. for
telling some Of his neighbors that things would
never so we'll till my Lord Warwick was fore
| most, was sent for by the aldermen"
And truly, methinks, we all may saw So"
said bold looking man, who stood beside, in
leather doublet and fiat worsted can. the
common dress of the artizans "Who keepcth
better house than Lord Warwick g.? six fat OK
en- cooked every morning for breakfast pro-
mise We had ofttimcs last winter lacked
breakfast but for the buttery-hatch at War
wick House"
And so had T." interposed another whose
thread-bare jerkin, stained with rust, and hose
half murray and half blue, the livery colors of
! York, showed him to be disbanded man-at-
arms. " Ay, was sent home from Calais
half dead last year, and might have died for
all the lord of Calais would care, but, thanks
to the sanctuary of st. Martin, where found
home, (though t was among bcggarly com
pany,) and my noble Lord Warwick's beef and
mutton, | am cen ready to fight again, though
it needs not to say for whom"
A significant glance was exchanged between
the four, and Margery i'll lower tone said,
And what did they say at Calais about that
noble earl and the French king ?"
Say, good wife ? that my Lord Warwick
might even have his will of him. Now that
king is old, and wise and learned in the stars,
right different III warrant We to him wonder,
and he hath grizzled beard and wcarth a
doubct not worth a groat, but he's very wise.
and t is thought by many that, as he readcth
the stars, he can see somewhat that We cannot,
but, that will be-
Saints grant it ! Ay, mcthought | would
come OUT once again, SAID imagery, " to see
my Lord Warwick, and perchancc might see
my own dear foStcrchild, too"
Il doubt an We will see Lord Warwick to-
day." said the man-at-arms, for he was not at
Warwick House this morning"
st. Mary is there new quarrel ?" cjacu-
lated the three
Have ye not heard,' said man who had
just come up, that the king hath had news
that my lord of Warwick and his son-in-law
Clarence have been levying men in their own
name in Lincolnshire, instead of fighting the
rebels 2"
"Rebes marry, so say all you great ones
when poor souls half starving take the law into
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