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

tHeil my steIious SylnDoiS t1at knOWledge which
Heaven has forbidden so man. "It must be
So" said he, as he closed his huge book, and
looked out from the open easement at the clear
stars that sparked above him, while the distant
notes of the organ, and choral chant, told that
his brethren, aroused from their first sleep
were joining in the midnight Lauds"-" YES,
it must be" said he ; " the fates of Edward,
Warwick, and my young grandson, are luked
in strange conjunction together Surely it
was no vain prophecy that Baptista Santa
Croce pronounced, when he said "The fate
of England's crown shall be in that child's
| hands,"
Time swiftly passed, and Warwick returned
from his mission, and, in state inferior to royal-
ty alone proceeded in his barge to Westmin-
ster. But here was no sovereign anxiously
awaiting his arrival, and he was told that Ed
ward had set out that very morning hunting,
and had left careless message that he had gone
toward st. Albans
And to st. Albans will CO." said War
Wick, sternly, turning to his retainers. "Sad-
die me my lron-grey Steed, and meet me at the
Aldersgate"
| One short hour saw him on his road, and
onward he and his company journeyed in moody
| silence, until they reached the neighborhood of
Barnet, when they were reused by the merry
notes OF bugle, and at the same moment a
gallantly-arrayed hunter, mounted on a milk
white palfrey, and followed by six horsemen,
passed toward narrow lane short distance
before them.
Saints" cried Warwick, turning to his
nearest attendant, "yonder's Lady Blanche
and by my halidome, King Edward !"
The attendant looked earnestly 1T is the
Kings grace, mcthinks," said he.
" 1t is aSsuredly," cried Warwick squirting
onward, and soon he approached near enough
to recognise in the tightly-ftted vest of green
saye the Jewelled collar, the brOidered scarf,
and the flat crimson cap whose rich heron plume
contrasted so well with the profusion of rich
golden hair, the vain and graceful Edward
Plantagenet, who stopped, turned gay round,
and his bright laughing eyes met the stern glance
of Warwick.
The color mounted to his brow, as he drew
back, endeavoring to conceal his vexation.-
My lord OF Warwick rides fast this morning"
said he.
| The messenger needs, when he for whom
the message is intended doth So" was the re-
! ply. Methought we should have met in Lon
don"
We awaited your coming until yesternight,
and then we set forth to disport ourselves this
sweet sprlng-tide weather." said Edward, care
lessly; " but how have We sped ?"
Well, my liege should ye choose to mar
ry the Lady Bona, all is ready"
And what if | should not ?'
" therefore, thought ye not of this be-
! fore 2"
! Soothly | did--but the council would give
their judgment that Edward should wed none
but damsel Of regal birth. St Mary they
will be mistaken"
! Warwick looked earnestly at the speaker.
What mean yon King Edward Wherefore,
then, was | sent on this embassy? ?"
Nay, question me not, good Warwick, for
have far to ride ere evening, and nv lady
love awaiteth my coming"
| The bridle-rein dropped from Warwick's
hand, and he fixed his keen eye on the king.
Your lady-love!" !"
Ay, my lady-love, whom | am about to
see," said Edward mpatiently.
King Edward, what mean you ?"
That shall follow my own pastme, and
act as best pleaseth me" replied Edward, petu-
lantly and, turning Lady Blanche toward the
narrow lane, he gallopped swiftly away.
| One moment Warwick safe motionless. and
who can tell the bitterness of the thoughts that
crowded in that one short moment on his mind
will learn all, said he. ooh, surely that
omen spake truly He set spurs to his iron
grey steed, and, soon passing the astonished at
tendants, came up with the monarch, whose
light-hearted laugh echoed long. king Ed
ward" said he, 81 one word, and one only-do
you wed the Lady Bona ?"
Edward turned angrily round 1--WE are
too old to be questioned" said he, "and me-
| thinks Lord Warwick shows scant courtesy
in thus following US when we wish to ride on
ward"
II have little wish to follow, said Warwick,
bitterly but | demand an answer to my
queston-do you wed the Lady Bona ?"
Demand an answer !" Soothly, Lord War
wick, is Lady Courtesy's adopted son, to speak
thus to his liege lord "
"Who made thee so, proud and scornful
monarch Who lifted thy banner from the
dust, when thy fathers head blackened above
York Gate? Who raised up the White Rose,
and trampled down the Red ?"
Mine own good sword, and mine own good
cause"
Thine own good sword-what were IT to
Warwick's? and thine own good cause-St
Mary it had Jared ill, but for the swords of
my followers"
any Lord of Warwick and Salisbury bears
himself right proudly this morning" said Ed
ward, and smile, almost of scorn, curld his
beautiful lip. Perchance he may think to
transfer his aid to the weaker cause and sooth
ly pious Henry needeth fierce speakers and
fierce fighters, seeing he can do nought Of him
self, far more than he who hath seized his crown
and can defend it."
Edward! do y0u trihe with mine allegiance?
cried Warwick, sternly Take heed-the
bear may be baited until he turn and rend his
foeman"
"The bear will always be foremost" said
Edward, bitterly and therefore, what wonder
il he should after all. side with the timid an