The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1863-02-11
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married 10 Francis, Duke of Buckingham
at the time he fell in battle, slain by the
hand, it was said, of Cromwell himself
The lady, on receiving the Intelligence Of
the Dukes death, vowed to avenge 1t up
on the person of Cromwell. For three
years che exercised herself in firing with
pistols at mark, aud that she might not
be terrified by the appearance of her vic
tim, she selected for her target portrait
Of the usurper; and as soon as she thought
herself perfect, she sought an opportunity
to crafty her revenge. But Cromwell
rarely appeared in public, and when he
did it was with such caution that few
could approach him. An occasion at last
occurred-the city of London resolved to
give magnificent banque, in honor OF
the Protector, who from political motives
determined to make his entrance into the
city with all the splendor of royalty
Upon this being made public. the curios-
itv of all ranks was excited the enraged
lady resolved not TO loose so favorable an
opportunity for carrying out her evil de.
signs. 1t so happened that the process.
siou was appointed to pass through the
very street in which she resided and Il
balcony before the first story of her house
yielded her full scope for putting her long
meditated design into effect On the
day appointed she seated herself, with
several female companions, in. the balco.
ny; and on this occasion-for the first
time since her lovers death-sbe cas-,
aside her sable attire, and appeared in
gorgeous apparel. 1t was not without
the greatest exertion that she concealed
the violent emotion under which she la.
bored aud when the increasing pressure
of the crowd indicated 'he approach ot
Cromwell, her feelings became so power.
full that she nearly tainted. However
she recovered just as the Protector ar
rived within few PAGES of the balcony
Hastily drawing pistol from under her
garment, she deliberately took aim aud
fired but a sudden start, which the LADY
who sat near her made on beholding the
weapon, gave it diferene direction tc
what was intended, and the ball killed
the horse rode by Henry Cromwell, the
Protectors son. The event Immediately
arrested the cavalcade, and Cromwell
at the same time that he cast fierce look
of indignation toward the balcony-be.
held singular spectacle More than
twenty females might be seen on their
knees, imploring his mercy with uplifted
hands, while only one stood undaunted
in the midst of them, and, looking down
contemptuously on the Protector ex.
claimed
"Tyrant, it was I who dealt the blow
nor should | rest satisfied with killing a
horse instead Of a tiger. were | not con,
vii ced that before another year Is passed
your destiny would be sealed 1"
The multitude, enraged at this fero-
cious attempt to assass:nate the chief per-
son in the realm, we're about 10 tear down
the house. when Cromwell cried aloud,
with great GOODNESS and intrepidity.
''Desist my friends Alas poor wo-
man, she knows not what she does !"
So saying, he pursued his course. But
very speedy orders we're issued to secure
the person of the offender, and Lucretia
Granville passed her days as the inmate
OF lunaiic asylum.