Newbern progress., 1863-01-24
A REvENGEFUL WOMAN.

Lucretia Granville was engaged to be
married to Francis Duke of Buckingham,
at the time that he fell in battle, slain by
the hand, it was said, of Cromwell himself.
The lady, on receiving the intelligence of
the ducks death, vowed to avenge it upon
the person of Cromwell. For three years
she exercised herself in firing with pistols
| at amark, and that she might not be terri
fed by the appearance of her victim, she
selected for her target a portrait of the
usurper ; and as soon she thought herself
perfect, she sought an opportunity TO crafty
her revenge. But Cromwell rarely appear
ed in public, and when he did, it was with
such caution that few could approach him.
An occasion at length occurred-the city of
London resolved to give magnificent BAN
quet in honor of the Protector, who, from
political motives, determined to make his
entrance into the city with all rhe splendor
of royalty. Upon this being made public,
the curiosity of all ranks was excited, and
the enraged lady resolved not to lose so
favorable an opportunity for carrying out
her evil design. 1t so happened that the
procession was appointed to pass through
the very street in which she resided; and
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 balcony;
and on this occasion-for the first time
since her lovers death-she cast 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 labored; and
when the increasing pressure of the crowd
indicated the approach of Cromwell, her
feelings became so powerful that she nearly
tainted. However, she recovered, just as
the Protector arrived within 9 few PAGES of
the balcony. Hastily drawing pistol from
under her garment, she deliberately took
aim and fired; but sudden start, which
the lady who sat next her made on behold
ing the weapon, gave it different direction
to 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-beheld
singular spectacle. More than twenty
females might be seen on their knees, i'm
ploring his mercy with uplifted hands, while
one only stood undaunted in the midst of
them, and, looking down contemptuously
on the Protector, exclaimed:
"Tyrant, it was who dealt the blow;
nor should rest satisfied with killing
horse instead of tiger, were not convinc-
ed that before another year, is passed your
destiny would be sealed" ..-
The multitude, enraged at this ferocious
attempt to assassinate the chief person In
the realm, were about to tear down the
house, when Cromwell cried aloud, with
great GOODNESS and intrepidity .r
"Desist, my friends Alas! poor wo-
man, she knows not what she does !"
So saying, he pursued his course, But
very speedily orders were issued to secure
the person of the offender, and Lucretia
Granville passed her days as the inmate Of
a lunatic asylum.