The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1877-08-25


tive land.
As the boat was rowed from the
shore, the beggar's discordNnt voice
was heard chanting the following song:
"The White Rose has boomed
Through brief summer day,
Yet the White Rose is doomed
toarapid decay.
"Thy smile may impart
A. 1t sweetness awhile,
Yet the worms in thy heart
That shall Danish that smile.
"Farewell--oh, farewell
Mid the tempest that blows,
In my ear rings the knell
o. Scotland's White Rose
"Swlft to bear thee away,
Round thee hoarse pillows swell
Ance agoin, an for aye,
Rose o. Scotland. farewell !"
As the last words of the song pealed
on the ears of terror-smitten Catbarine,
she ,ascended the side of the vessel and,
with eyes fearless from agony, perceiV-
ed the shores of her native land reced-
ing fast from her view.
Ry an agreement between the English
and Flemish courts, all English reUels
had been excluded from the Low Coun-
tries.
Perkin, though born in England, was
a Fleming by extraction, might, there
fore, have claimed admission into Flan-
ders.
But, as he must have dismissed his
English retainerS, the brave compan-
ions of his dargers, and as he had to
apprehend a cold reception from peo-
pie who were determined to maintain
an amicable footing with the English
court, he resolved not to hazard the ex-
pertinent, but repaired to Ireland, where
he remained for some time in insecure
and comfortless exile.
It is not to be expected that we shall
follow the historian in detail of his
subsequent attempt upon England, of
his landing in Cornwall, being Joined
by the populace, and taking upon him
self the title of Richard w., King of
England.
1t was at this period that his too faith
flu; wife, following the fortunes of her
unhappy husband, fell into the hands
| of the enemy,
This was fatal blow TO the adven-
turer.
In all his wandering she had shared
his fortunes.
With all his faults he had still adored
his lovely, his Inflated bride, his fair
and spotless "White Rose"
We shall not depict the humiliating
Scene of his surrender to King Henry,
Of the exposure of his fictitious claims,
of his ignOminious treatment and close
confinement, of his repeated efforts tC
escape, and lastly, of his arraignment
and condemnation, but pass on to the
scene of execution.
The last morn that ever broke upor
the eyes of the unhappy prhtender tC
royalty dawned heavily and slowly.
AT an early hour the roads and lane;
adjacent to the hill of 1yburn. the place
of execution, were thronged with anx
iOus and expecting thousands.
A detachment of soldiers surrounded
the sledge on which the culprit and hi
confessor were placed.
AS the procession approached thu
the gallows that frowned on the hill
and observed to his cOnfessor, with I
smile of disappointment;
I" YOnder is the throne to which my
ambition has exalted ole"
The father entreated him to dismiss
from his thoughts everything tina
might distract his thoughts from tn
awful duty OF preparing to meet hi
Maker, adding. that though disappOint
ed Of an early throne, the present plac
was to be stepping stone to an etern
al one.
Were not these arms pinioned,
cried the prisoner, al would embrac
the tree; and, since my tongue is no
restrained, l thank thee FOR the bles
ass surance."
He was now urged to public confes
sion of his imposture..
!, " Is not then your master yet con
! tent?" said he, adding, but / consent
and thus proclaim my infamy. Urge
on by restless ambition, but more b
the +, ady tool of others designing,
! have disturbed the quiet of these realm:
: and sought crown to which I had n
/ claim. Father" he added, lowerin
his voice, "HeaVen is my witness thf
/ had not been bound by oath, ha
} long discontinued this Ubiquitous an
futile enterprise. My unhappy Cath'
4 fine | how does my heart bleed
7 thought of her. She long, long entrea
) ed me To resign the ambitious CLAIM
That angel woman, father, in the fiov
Q er of yOuth,i beauty's hour of pride, r
signed her fate to my keeping; the d,
S seen, ant of line OF princes, she broOl
S ed alliance with wandeIer, an outcas
- " She loved me-She welded me-sl
n clung To my misfortunes she joined
r all my mist Ties, To prove the teTyOr
Q her truth. OFT has she wiped my bur
n ing brow, streaming with drops of al
g guish-Oft has she cheered, with SCUM
n OF hope, my sinking heart. But nO'
now father, she pines in bitter restrain
, the captive of your master. Heaven
d curse light on him, If he give her gent
10 bosom aught OF paint Twas well +
both we were spared the misery of
70 last adieu. Ideemed it, in thy kin
ia refinement of hatred to deny a final !
% teTYieW, but my heart now tells me