Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1863-09-03
GRIzEL COCHRANE.
A TALE OF TWEEDMoUTH MOOR,

When the bigotry and tyranny of the
last James drove his subjects to take up
arms against him, one Of the most for
midable enemies to his dangerous usur-
patton was Sir John Cochrane, ancestor
to the present Earl Of Dpndonald. He
was one Of the most prominent actors in
Argyle's Rebellion, and for ages a set
tied gloom seemed to hang over the
house of Campbell enveloping in a com
mon ruin all who united their fortunes
in the cause Of its chieftain. The same
doom encompassed Sir John Cochrane.
He was surrounded by the kings
troops-long, deadly and desperate was
his resistance; but at length, overpow-
cred by numbers, he was taken prisoner,
tried, and condemned to die upon the
scaffold. He had buta few days to live,
and the jailor waited but the arrival of
his death warrant to lead him forth to
execution His family and friends had
visited him in prison, and exchanged
with him the last, the long, and heart
yearning farewell But there was one
who came not with the rest to receive
his blessing, one who was the pride of
his eve. and Of his house-even Grizel,
the daughter Of his love- Twilight was
casting a deeper gloom over the grat-
ings Of his prison house, he was mourn
ing for last look Of his fayorite child,
and his head was pressed against the cold,
damp walls of his cell to cool the fever
ish pulsation that shot through it like
fire, when the door Of the apartment
turned slowly on its hinges, and his
keeper entered, followed by young and
beautiful lady, Her person was tall and
commanding, her eyes dark and tear
less but their very brightness spoke OF
sorrow and too deep to be wept away,
and her raven tresSes were parted over
an open brow clear and pure as polished
marble. The unhappy captive raised
his head as they entered
aMy child my own Grizel ! he ex-
claimed and she fell upon his bosom.
oMy father my fathert' sobbed the
miserable maiden, and dashed away the
fear that accompanied the words.
"Your interview must be short, very
short, said the jailor, as he turned and
left them for a few moments together
"God help and comfort you my daugh-
terr' added the unhappy father, as he
held to his breast his daughter, ana
printed kiss upon her brow. i had
feared that I should die without bestow-
inc my blessing on the head OF my own
child and that stung me more chan
death but thou art come, my love thou
art come and the last blessing thy ia
NAV. forbear = she exclaimed, mot
thv last blessing, not the last-my father
shall not die + $50,
"Be calml be calm, my child, re-
+,rnod he -stwould to heaven that lcould
comfort thee, my own But there IS no
bone-vithin three days and thou and
al an NV little ones will be fatherless-
ha a., would ~ have said but the word died
on his tongue. IL
"Three days repea'oo 0N .
bar head from his breast, and eagerly
nressino ,,r his hand; my father shall
i've? Is not my grandfather the friend
nf Father Peter, the confessor, and the e
cather Of the king? From him ne snall
hoo the life of his son, and my 1athef
shall not die 7 -
.sbe not deceived, there is no hope al
ready my doom is sealed already 'ne
king has signed the order for my exeeu- ecu
tion and the messenger of death Is now
on the way hither. an not
= yet my father shall not, shal nd no1
do p she repeated emphatically, an0
clasned her hands together.
0''sF Heaven speed daughter purpose, ,
sbe exclaimed and turning to her fa1ne1 l !
Che Che said calmly, ''Ne part now n pGo
am aY confident we shall soon meet asa."
''l ..wbat 1v would my daughter2" inquired
- aogerIy. m gazing anxiously upon he'
pretty taoo not now my father,'' she replied
Asn M nowl but pray for me- ane
hIsss lsa but but not with thy last blessing, IS fro.s
OigHS, He gus again pressed her to his n orgas ea
ne oaf @9 mon her neck. In lew mo
msnts ana w9Rs the isilor entered, and they Wer'