The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1858-05-13
THE MAILROBBER.
FRAGMENT OF ENGLISH HISTORY.

When the tyranny and bigotry of the
last James drove bis subjects to take up
arms against him, one Of the most formi-
dable euemies to bis usurpation was Sir
George Cochrane, prominent actor in
Argyle's rebellion.
For ages destructive doom seemed to
hang over the house of Cambell, eDvelo-
ping in common ruin ali who united
their fortunes to the cause of the chief
taiDs The same doom encompassed Sir
( John Cochraue He was surrounded by
the king troops-long, told, and de-per
ate was bis resistance; but at length over
powered by nun bers, he was taken pris-
oner. tried, condemned to die upon the
scaffoId He had but few days to live.
and the jailor only awaited the arrival OF
the death-warrant, to lead him forth to
execution. His family and relatives had
visited him in prison, aud exchanged with
bin the last, the long, ;he heart ycarnlng
farewell. But there was one who came
not with the rest to receive his blessing
one who was the pride of his eyes and of
his house, even Grizelle, the daugb OF
bis love.
Twilight was casting a deep gloom o.
yer the grating of bis prison house and
he was mourning for last look OF bis ia
yorite child, and bis head was pressed a.
eaipst the cold damp cell. to cool the fe-
veri,h pulsations that shot through IT like
streams of fire, when the door of bis a.
partment turned slowly on its unwilling
binges, and his keeper entered followed
by a young aDd beautiful lady. Her
person was tall and andiDg, her eyes
bright and fearless, but their brightness
told of sorrow--so orrow too deep to be
wiped away, and her raven tfesses part
ed over an open brow, clear and pure as
the polished marble. The unhappy cap
tive raised his head as the two entered.
My child my own GrizelleF he ex-
claimed, and she fell upon his bosom.
My father, MY dear father ! sobbed
the miserable maiden, and dashed away
the tears that accompanied the words.
your interview must be short, very
Short said the jaIlor, as be turned away
and left them for few moments togeth
er. a83Pf5e 3
Heaven help and comfort thee, my
daughter !! added Sir John, while he bei'
her to his breast and imprinted kis' up
on ber brow; feared that | sbo''' I'e
without bestowing my blessing on the
head OF my own child, aud fhat stung ne
more than death itself; bat thou art eomt
and the last blessing of thy wretched
Nav. father. forbear 7 she exclaimed
mot thy last blessings! not thy 6a@-mJ
father shall not die
BE calm, be calm. my child be re-
turned. Would to Heaven | could com
fort thee. my own! Butthere Is no hope
within three days and thou and all mJ
little ones will be-" n e.
Fatherless, be would have said, but the
words died upon his lips. =.
Three days. repeated sbe, raising bel
head from his breast, but pressing hi'
hand, three days, then there is hope, ny
father shall live Is not my grandfathe'
with the eonfessor aud the master oi the
kiuei From him We shall beg the NE
of his son, and my father shall not dIe'
sNay, nay, my Grizelle, returned ne
sbe not deceived. there is no hope; airead.
the king has Sc aled the order Of my exc
cution, and the messenger OF death is OF
his way. -
.Yet my father shall not--saoA not d.e!
she repeated emphatically, clas2ing De