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

{" Ay, then will my dream be made out, "
said Margery, shaking her head.
What dream was it, good mistress ?" cried
each and all eagerly.
"Why, st. Mary be gracious to us but |
saw my Lord Warwick, and he had his long
furred mantle, all gttering with his gold-cross
crosslets and methought he started up and
nv sweet foster-child came to him NTH Red
Rose in his hand"
"Ay, and he took it, IL warrant, cried the
man-at-arms.
"Yes, and he threw off his mantle, when,
behold you, cnamelled just on the breast-plate
of his fitting suit of brass inland arnor was
another Red Rose, and then was there shout
ing and noise of great guns-so awoke.
"What say We to this omen ~ whispered an
ecclesiastic, who in company with richly
dressed citizen had drawn near
Il heed not such" was the reply. king
Alonzo deemeth nought Of them, as We may
see in his book, neither doth Raymond Lully."
" | do, for | have often found them true"
"Alas DR.. Bourchier your mind is set
upon the Red Rose, and so each thing that
makes for your cause is a certain omen. 0
sweet StMary, would that wars might cease !"
Master Philip Malpas, for it was he, now
know knocked at his door, and in the kindly
spirit of the ancient citizen, bidding the groupe
keep their places, and sending out for tankard
of ale, followed his guest up stairs to the best
room, which from its two bay-windows display
ed two marvellously rich "counterpoints" Of
blue and murray satin worked with huge knots
of flowers, and fastened to the window-sills by
stout pins, bearing, in default of the natural
rose, gOodly rOSettS of white satin.
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canons, prebendaries Sub-dean, and dean of
ST. Pauls, all in snowy vestments and rich
copes, chanting the psalms of the day then
the city dignitaries- aldermen, whose long
scarlet robes half enveloped their richly-trapped
palfreys the castellan of the city in knighty
armor, bearing the gues banner of its guardian,
st. Paul, and Sir Richard Lee the Lord Mayor
with collar of S., and sabIe-lined robe of
crimson velvet, followed by men-at-armS, the
red cross of London worked on their shoulder
and surmounted by the White Rose en- Soliei"
Then, amid flourisheS Of trumpets and the deaf
ening thunder of kettle-drums, advanced the
officers of state, their respective arms embroid
cred on the side sleeves of their rich satin or
velvet nantes and, conspicuous among them
ALL the silver maceS of his civil office, and the
silver crosses of his archbshopric, borne
reverently before him by the younger sons of
the first families in the land, clad in purple,
and with blazing mitre on his milk white mule,
came George Neville, Chancellor of England,
primate Of York, youngest brother of Warwick,
whose dark fierce eye, as it glanced a look of
contempt at the crowd on either side that wait
ed for his benedictiOn, seemed to tell, in Ian
guage far more forcble than words, how he
cursed the selfish policy of his father and
brother, which had doomed him when a fiery
youth of nineteen to the clOSter, and compelled
him to relinquish lance and war-steed for the
breyiary and mule of the churchman
And now came Edward, his tight vest of
white cloth Of gold clasped by diamond roSettS,
and his long royal mantle OF crimson velvet
lined with blue descending almost below the
deep bases Of his white palfrey, and bearing on
either side the royal arms worked in stiff but
rich broidery. On one side rode the Marquis
of Dorset, Lord Rivers, his brother-in-law and
on the right his brother Richard of York gor-
geously arrayed in cloth of gold and purple, with
pale and thin features, but keen and searching
eye, and figure, whose slight deformity vas scar
cely perceptible Tudor policy not having as vet
affixed an apocryphal hump to his shoulders y
and when, animated by the gay scene, Edward
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danes and damsels of his " good city, gazing
with unrepressed admiration at the monarch
whose singular personal beauty excited the
wondering notice of Philip de Commines he
gracefully lifted his cap, and bent almost to the
saddle-bow, while shouts of A York ! a
York !" rent the air.
1" Ay, he's we'll fitted to ride in state" said
the man-at-arms, better at a feast than frav :;
but, for knight on bis war-steed-and soothlv,
what can be a fairer sight ?-commend me to
Lord Warwick"
The notice of the spectators was now direct
ed to slight confusion, Occasioned bya Young
man, who had just ridden out of Ave Mary
Lane, attempting to make his way toward the
cathedral and who had been rudeIy repulsed
by the men-at-armS, who formed a line across
the way. He seemed to have come from dis
tance, as he was wrapped in a travelling cloak,
and he was followed by four horsemen whose
cognisance could scarcely be seen still the
trappingS Of his steed and the graceful though
almost naughty bearing of the rider, proved
that he belonged to the househodof some noble
family. " Make way, good folk, make way"
SAID he, or must cen stay here, forSooth
till the procession comes back"
Somewhat new for follower of Lord
Warwicks to wait" said young man in a
splendid mantle, with the arms of the Rivers
family worked on the side sleeve.
Not so new, Sir malapart," replied the
stranger, fercely, a. as for your master to ride
with kings"
" ST. George " cried the man-at-arlns, bound
ing forward my gallant leader, Sir Amias
BOurchier y Warwick Warwick toss
up your caps, my masters-ay, the white bear
will soon put the blue lion to flight, and score
besides, trow"
The young knight turned laughingly round.
What, Jenkin, are there p He then caught
the eye of old Margery which was earnestly
fixed upon him, aud he Immediately turned
toward her. " What Margery, my good nurse,
art M0U here, TOGO p
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