American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1855-07-12

otyoiu ana gems, WITH promise that as
soVn as possible she would make her escape
andcome to him in London.
Fhere really was nothing for Gilbert
Beckett to do but to accept Zarina's casket
ofjewels and follow her advice; so, after
sending her many loving farewell messages
by Safe lie went .uE,
lie had prosperous voyage and reach
ed London in safety. where be gave his
friends q joyful surprise, for they had given
him up for dead.
Year after year vent .by. and be saw
nothing, heard nothing, Of his noble Sar-.
acen love, Zarina, and at last be grew to
think of her very sorrowfulIy and teuderly
as one dead. But Zarina lived and lived
for him whom she loved and who had
taught her to love God. For years she
was kept imprisoned in batfonelS gdarded
tower near the sea--wbere she could only
put Der sorrow into mournful songs and
sigh her love out on the wind that blew
toward England and gaze UP atthe bright
kindly stars. and pray for Gilbert. But
one night, while the guard slept, the brave
Zarina stole out on the patapet, and leaped
down many feet TO the ground below. She
soon sprang up unbarmed and made her
way to the strand, when she took passage
on foreign Vessel for Stamboul. Now, all
the English that this poor girl Remembered
were the words 'Gilbert'F and London"
These she said in sad. pleading. inquiring
tones to every one she met!-but no one
knew what she meant by them.
From Stambonl she went on her weary.
wandering way. from port to port and
from city to city, till she had journeyed
through many stfaBge cohntties, repeating
every where these two word in English
but in vain; every body heard Of London,
none knew Gilbert. Yet the people were
very kind and gave her food in return for
the sweet songs which she sung.
At length after many months Of lonely
and toilsome wandering. she reached En-
gland. and found herself amidst, the busy.
hurrying throng of London. She gazed
abou. her. bewildered, and almost despair
ing on finding it so large place-it would
be so much harder to find him. Yet still
patiently and YEARLY up and down the long
streets she went-through market place
and square-past churches and palaces,
singing her mournful songs. speaking
softly and more sadly the one beloved
word-"Gilbert."
One evening as Gilbert Beckett, the rich
merchant, sat at the banquet table in his
splendid London house, entertaining a
company of rich and noble guests, a SER
want brought him word that a besutifdl Sar-
acen maiden, pale and sorrowful looking,
stood in the square without. singing songs,
and repeating his name over and over. In
a moment Gilbert thought Of his beloved
Zarina, and spriuging up from the table he
rushed out of his brilliant han into the
street where poor Zarina stood. with her.
long. dark hair glistening with the chill
night dew, and her sweet face looking
very white and fearful in the moonlight.
He knew her alta glance. though she vas
sadly changed from the fair young girl he
had left in the gardens Of Mahomoud, as
gay hearted as the BIRDS and as blooming
as the flowers. He called her name--he
caught her in his arms-and the next time
she spoke the dear word-"Gilbert," she
murmured it against bis heart, while his
lips pressed her cheeks and lis eyes drop.
ped happy Gears Upon her brow. ,
He took her into his princely house, and
it became her home from that hour She
was bap'ised and took the christian name
OF Malilda--but Gilbert always called her
Zarina, for he said he loved lliat best ,
The faithful lovers were married, and
lived together for many years, happy, hon
ored. and beloved. Their Oldest son,
Thomas Beckett, was powerful and re-
nowned archbishop in the reign of Henry
the Second.
And SO ends the true story of the En-
glish Merchant and the Saracen Lady.
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