The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-08-19
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of shame the craven Stood while they
smote the golden spurs from his heels, and
broke his dishonored sword above his head,
and the terrible requiem wall ed over the
perished emblems of his former innocence.
The Grand Master Of the templars then
entered YRNn the stage, bearing silver
basin filledwith tepid water, and the her.
aid, holding it up, exclaimed: "By what
name call men the knight before us ?''
The pursuivants answered, "The name
which was given him in baptism-the
name by which his father was known
the name confirmed to him in chivalry is
Sir Francis d Essai."
The heralds again replied "Falsehood
sits upon his tongue and rules in his heart;
he is miscreant, traitor, and in6del."
Immediately the Grand Master in imta-
tion of baptism, dashed water in his face,
saying "Henceforth be thou called by
thy right name-Traitor :"
Then the heralds rang out shrill note
upon the trumpets, expressive of the de-
mand. "What shall be done with the
false-hearted knave ?''
King Edward in his majesty arose, and
in voice agitated with the sense of the
awful penalty, replied: "Let him with
dishonor and shame be banished from the
kingdom of Christ, let his brethren curse
him, and let not the angels of God inter-
cede for him.
Immediately each knight drew his sword
and presenting its cleaning point against
the now dcfenceless D'Essai, crowded him
down the steps to the altar, where the
pursuivants seized him, forced him into his
coffin, and placed him on the bier, and the
attendant priests completed the burial SER
vice over his polluted name and his per-
jured soul. At sign from the King the
bearers took up tho bier, and all the vast
congregation followed in sad procession to
the city gates, where they thrust him out,
thing accursed, while the great bell from
the lofty tower Of the cathedral told the
tale of his infamH in tones of terrible signi-
ficance : "Gone-gone-gone- virtue, faith
and truth ost--lost-lost-hon fame
and love !" From Carmeps hoary height
to Tabor's sacred top, each halowed hill
and vale reverberated the awful knell -
"Gone and lost-lost and gone p' and the
breeze that swept the plain of Eadrelon
caught up the dismal echo, and seemed
hurrying across the Mediterranean to whis-
per to the chivalry of Europe the dreadful
story of his degradation.
Stung by the weight of woe that had
fallen upon him, the miserable D'Essai
rose and gazed across the plain. An arid
waste spread out before him like the pros
poets of his own dreary future, blackened
and desolate by the reign of evil passions
Life what had it been to him ? A fever
ish dream, a burning thirst, restless,
unsatisied desire Virtue-honor-tru
idle words; their solemn mockery yet rang
in his ears He ran-he flew, anywhere,
anywhere to flee the haunting thoughts
that trooped like fends upon his track
He neared the banks of the river it's cool
ing waters, rolling on in their eternal chan
mel, promised to allay his fever and bury
his dishonored name in oblivion. He
plunged in-that ancient river swept him
away, the river Kishon; and as he sank to
rise no more deep voice exclaimed $50
perish thine enemies, o Lord p