Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1862-01-24
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lady, who carry broken heart 2"
Her streaming tears, her choking voice,
left no doubt of her inward grief, and ali
who heard or sa&-Fof crowd had gath
ered-fclt pity. Elizabeth herself was
touch 4.
Who bath broken your hearth she
said in milder tone.
F" Elizabeth Of England"
The silence Of The crowd, which had been
almost breathless, gave way to general
tnurmur and few indignant words.
Hist we do greatly marvel at words
50 bold and stranyr. iffcarti you ever, my
lords, the like of the Queen of England 2"
Sometimes" murmured Hatoh, with
significant gesture.
Elizabeth smiled; but instantly resumed,
Speak, woman. How night this thing
be?p
/" Madam you have reft all that my
heart did love. How could it help break
ing?"
What have we taken? Speak"
My mistress, my queen, my chief-be-
loved, Mary of Scotland. My husband,
TOO. My all Yes. lady beggared and
broken-hearted. You bid me speak. You
bade me tell mine errand. / obey. For
years, my husband and myself had been
h5nored IN her service. We were with her
when-when--" She paused, partly from
emotion, partly because even the queens
cosmetics could not hide that her cheeks
were paling. Madam, the horror Of that
scene was a dagger to my husband | tried
prayed that the wound might stanch but
--but--lady | am widow. l lost loyal
mistress and a loving husband at Fother-
ngay. felt my heart-strings yield but
vowed over both their coffns that would
live to revenge both. came here TO fulfil
my vow. A few steps more, and had
succeeded. | have struggled hard against
my purpose but in vain. Lady, have
obeyed you
By strong effort Elizabeth had recovered
her outward composure. even under such a
tales and calmly asked, " What think you
is my duty upon the hearing Of such a
case?"
Do you put that question to me as q
queen, or as Judge /" said Marguerite,
respectfully.
As queen.'
il" Then you should grant ne pardon"
But wha. assurance can you give me,
that you viii not abuse my mercy and at
tempt my life again Should ] pardon, it
should at least be upon conditions to be safe
from your murderous revenge in futures"
Grace fettered by precautions. grace
that hath conditions, is nc grace"
"By my faith my lords" said the queen,
:" thirty years have now reigned and new
er before have found person 10 read me
so noble lesson AIy good lords, shall /
not bid her go?"
Her courtiers, and especially they of her
council, demonstrated strongly. But the
queen needed them little. After SOME lit-
lie conference with them apart, she turned
to Marguerite.
Are you net French woman ?"
al am"
Whittier would you should set you
free ?"
To my country and my kindred
BY Gods wounds Twill pardon thee !
and / do it without conditions. You shall
have safe and honorable conveyance TO your
own country. My loyal guards, see that
she is cared for,"
Marguerite Lambrun gave the queen a
look of ineffable gratitude, and even of adj
miration; for the first time, rendered mute
obeisance; and, covering her face, walked
quietly away, followed by the sympathies
of all who had heard her sorrows by the
admiration of all who could appreciate the
heroism of her crime. 1t is supertiuous to
say, that the queens promise OF sale con4
yeyance was fulfilled.
When Marguerite's pistol fell, as she was
in the act Of arranging it for ready use,
there was but step between Elizabeth and
death. Probably nothing but feminine
awk wardness saved her. 1t was her most
perilous moment, and her most wonderful
escape during her ,ong and evepiful reign.
Had she showed the like maguanimity to-
wards the Queen of Scots, the Briarean
malice of half OF Christendom might also
have been disarmed and others, better
than Sixtus Quinius, would have exclaimed,
and in different spirit, Z" "What glorious
princess !" The world would have rung
with her praises; and posterity-withou, a
shudder-would have revered her name
Hopkins.
YOUNG GIRLs.-To cur thinking there
is no more exquisite creature on earth than
girl from twelve to fifteen years of age.
There is period in the summers morning,
known only to early risers, which combines
all the tenderness of the dawn with nearely
all the splendor of the day. There is at