, 1864-03-05
[FRoM WILSON'S TALES OF THE BORDERS. I
Grizel Cochrane.

When the tyranny and bigotry Of the last
James drove his subjects to take up arms
against him, one Of the most formidable
enemies to his dangerous usurpations was
Sir John Cochrane, ancestor Of the present
Earl of Dundonald. He was one of the
most prominent actors in Argyle rebellion,
and for ages destructive doom seemed to
have hung over the house of Campbell, en-
velOping in common ruin all who united
their fortunes to the cause Of its chieftains.
The same doom encompassed Sir John Coch-
rane. He was surrounded by the Kings
troOps-long, deadly, and desperate was his
resistance; but at length, overpowered by
numbers, he was taken prisoner, tried, and
condemned to die upon the scaffold. He
had but few days to live, and his jailor
waited but the arrival of his death-warrant
to lead him forth to execution. His family
and his friends had visited him in prison,
and exchanged with him the last, the long,
the heartyearning farewell. But there was
one who came not with the rest to receive
his blessing-one who was the pride Of his
eyes and Of his house-even GriEel, the
daughter Of his love.
Twilight was casting deeper gloom over
the gratings Of his prison-ho0sa he was
mourning for last look Of his favorite child,
and his head was pressed against the cold
damp walls Of his cell, to cool the feverish
pulsations that shot through it like stings Of
fire, when the door of his apartment turned
slowly its unwilling hinges, and his keeper
entered, followed by young and beautiful
lady. Her person was tall and command
ing, her eyes dark, bright, and fearless but
their very brightaess spoke Of sorrOw-Of
sorrow too deep 70 be wept away; and her
raven tresses were parted over an open brow,
clear and pure us the polished marble. The
unhappy captive raised his head as they en-
tered.
"My child! my own Grizelr he ex-
claimed as she fell upon his bosom.
"My father! my dear father!" sobbed
the miserable maiden, and she dashed away
the tear that accompanied the words.
"Your interview must DO shOrt-very
short, /" said the jailor, as he turned and left
them for q few minutes together.
"God help and comfort thee, my daugh-
terw added the unhappy father, as he held
her TO his breast, and printed kiss upon
w;tbont hes.ov;nc INV blessino on ne head
of INV own ch;lJ ana tbat stnng me more
Than aeoth hut thou at come INV love-
tbou srt come and the last Messing Of thy
wretched father"
"NayI forbear! forbearw she exclaimed;
"not thy last blessing! not thy last! My
Re calm be calm. INV child" returned
be q would n Heaven that I could comfort
thee INV avn INV own But there is no
hone w;th;n three davs. and thou and all
INV I;,,Ie ones viii bevN ElrE
Fafherless-be vould have said. but the
word died on his tonoue. 'a b
aThree davs p reDeated sI,c, raising her
head from ~ breast but eagerly pressing
his hand--n three days then there Is hope I;
NV father shall liyei Is not my grandfather
t5s friend Of Father Petre, the confessor
and tbe master of the King: from him he
shsll Roo ths EEa of h;s son. and INV father
shsiI not d;e - "
MNav nav nv (3r;zel p returned he: abe
not deceived t6ere "a no hone; already nv
doom is sealed already the King has signed
the order far INV execution, and the messen-
lar ~ death = now ON he way."
g Yet INV father shall not shall not die r.
sbe reneated emphatically. and. clasping her
h.nds tocetherI-a Heaven speed q dsueh-
,ar,s rur1os. p abe exclaimed, and, turn
inc n her fstber sa;d calmly. awe part
now but va shalI meet again.
@What would INV child 7" inquired he,
saoorIv vazinc anxiously on her face.
SAsl not now. INV father" she replied !;
q AJAX not now but pray for me, and bless
me-but not with thy last blessing"
He arain pressed her TO his heart, and
went mon her neck. In few moments
the iailor entered, and they were torn from
tbe arms Of each other.
on The EVENING" the second day after
The interview we have mentioned, wayfar-
inc man crossed the. bridge at Berwick, from
ne north. and. proceeding down Marygate,
~ down "a rest upon bench BY the door
| of an bostelry On ne south side Of the street,
rcarIv frontino where what was called the
| Main.guard then stood. He did not enter
he inn; for il was above his apparent con:
dition. beine that which Oliver Cromwell