Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-04-05
He raised golden bowl of carved work,

foils, and quaffed the generous wine; ther
as he raised the graceful vessel above hil
head he shouted, to show that he had emp
tied the contents. But no festive bursts o
joy followed the speech, responsive to hi
toast; the pledge was drunk il solemn 81
lence, and the painful embarrassment, seem
ed deepening on the brow of the guests
Worthy friends! why this startling 81
lencer asked Sir Robert 'Let the music
stir up your sluggish spirits. I see stran
ger seated amongst our pipers. Let hin
give us specimen of his skill and fill oul
hearts with notes Of gladDess.'
The musician complied, and after run
ming his hand over the chords Of a guita1
with mastery hand, he improvised th'
following song, il clear, strong voice:
1.-THE vulture, the vulture, is proud in his might
There is blood in his eye, there is death In hi'
flight;
But the soft timid dove is both gentle and veal
And her gore deeply crimsons the vulture''
! strong beak.
The eagle, the eagle, he sits on his throne,
| He hears the loud scream, and he hears thu
| death groan; ....
Then his wings are out-spread, swift as lightning
he flies,
The murderer is struck-see he futters ant
dies.
Proud baron, proud baron, I'd have you beware
Stay the hand Of oppression, the innocent spare
| Lest thine should the fate of the yulture resem
Bile,
For the eagle is near and proud baron tremble.
During this performance, the most in
tense attention was devoted to the minstrel
but at its close, a few of the most distin
guished amongst the guests arose in confu
sion. The language was too pointed to b.
mistaken, and the storm seemed to burs
with more violence, from the calm which
had preceded it. Sir Robert still stooG
upon the platform deeply agitated by the
paroxysm of fury that dilated and inhamei
his features; but aroused by the increasing
tumult as the singer ceased, he vociferated
in stern imperious voice,
How is this? Seize the william, anc
bear him forth to the prison caverns below
the castle; for by the crest of my fathel
he shall rue this mischief. Good friends
ill high the wine cups, and palsied be thu
hand that will not grasp the teemiDg flag
on. I'll give you the BRIDE
At this moment, tremendous shout wai
heard in the ante-room, and as if by magic
the tall majestic leader of the caterar
band, his black plumes waving above hi
head, and the sable mask upon his face
appeared at the side of Sir Robert on th'
platform, holding in his gigantic embrace
the inanimate form of Beatrice. He grasp
ed goblet and raising it on high loudl,
cried,
TO the bride, the fair Beatrice
The boisterous uproar at the lower ex
tremity of the hall instantly ceased; th
company crowded together as they quaile'
into helpless terror before the terrific being
and low whisper was heard of,
1T is the robber chief; it is the robbie
chief
The leader emptied the cup, whilst hi
terror stricken host, looked on in stupefe,
amazement.
proud chieftain = said he, you woul'
not then invite your neighbors to the feast
The castle clock has struck the hour; Lor,
Cranstown is secured, and the lady, Beat
rice Anstruther, is the cateran's bridep
This insult awoke Sir Robert from. hi
lethargy be started like one awaking frou
a horrid dream, furiously exclaiming,
peace, slave! Where are my clansmen
towards, do you shrink from one man?'
He advanced towards the chief, groanin,
and gnashing his teeth, his deep chest heav
ed with subdued vengeance, and his eye
glared like half extinguished torches.
Resign my daughter be yelled, raisin,
his arm to strike. But in an instant, on
of the robber band, rushed forward between
them, and pointed his dirk at Sir Robert
breast.
'You see I am not alone, proud man,
replied Evan calmly. An embarrassin,
silence ensued, during which the guests en-
deavored to steal away, when Evan indig
uant at this humiliating display, addresses
them,
Friends, remain where you are my me-
ill the outer apartments, and every avenu
of egress is secured
AS he spoke, he put small whistle t
his lips, and another shout louder than be
fore rang merrily through the vaulted cham
bers and groined corridors, which partial
ly aroused the bride. She raised her head
and gazed wildly around as her eyes res
ted on the awful being who held her, sh
gave utterance to loud shrek, and agair
sank back insensible into the strong arm
that held her.
Come, forward stranger said Evan, t
the aged traveller, who strobe to his side
his head covered SO as to conceal his fea
lures.
'Now, proud Knight he continued; sau
you his guests, it is time you should knoz
who are the unexpected visitors who com
to grace the nuptials. The captain of thi
caterar band and husband of the lady,
will be chief of the rebels
He raised his hand, and many voices wer
upraised in loud animation mingling wit
the cheerful sounds of the pipes, in th
general ovation.
Again the rejoicing revived the lad
Beatrice, and unable to control her feelings
she broke from Evans grasp, and clung t
her fathers plaid, whilst perceptible tire
NOR passed over her frame.
'Oh horror of horrors she cried, des
pairiugly. 'Am indeed, robbers wife.
Yes, Beatrice returned Evan. sYo
are the bride of the Cateran chief, and til
wife of Evan Dhu,' he added, dashinp th