The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1878-07-06
A Thrilling Episode in the Reign OF
the Protector.

Lucretia Granville was engaged to be
married to Francis, Duke of Bucking-
ham, at the time he fell in battle, slain
by the hand, it was said, of Cromwell
himself. The lady, ON receiving the in
telligence of the Dukes death, vowed
to revenge it upon the person of Crom-
well. For three years she exercised her
self in firing with pistols at a mark, and
that she might not be terrified by the
appearance of her victim, she selected
for her target portrait of the usurper !;
but rs soon as she thought herself per-
feet, she sought an opportunity to graf fly
her revenge. But Cromwell rarely ap.
peared 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 banquet in honor
of the Protector, who from political mo-
tives, determined to make his entrance
into the city with all the splendor of
royalty.
Upon this being made public the curl
osity of all ranks was excited, and the
enranged 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 re-
sided and balcony, before the first
story of her house, yielded her full scope
for putting her long meditated desi n
into effect. On the day appointed she
seated herself with several female com
panions on the balcony; and on this oc-
casion---for the first time since he
lovers death-she cast aside a sable at
tire and appeared in a 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 indi.
Gated the approach of Cromwell, her
feelings became SO powerful that she
nearly tainted.
However, she recovered just as the
Protector arrived within few PAGES of
the balcony, Hastily drawing pistol
from under her garment, she deliber-
ately took aim and fired; but u sudden
start, which the lady who sat next her
made ON beholding the weapon, gave it a
different direction to what was intended,
and the ball killed the horse rode by
Henry Cromwell, the Protectors son.
ihV Nfohp ihuouiuttiy hiicol'h puo
cavalcade, and Cromwell-at the same
time that he cast fierce look OF
indignation toward the balcony-beheld
a singular spectacle. More than twenty
females were seen on their knees, implor-
ing his mercy with uplifted hands, while
one only stood undaunted in the midst
of them, and looking down contempt
uously on the Protector, exclaimed:
"Tyrant, it was | who dealt the blow;
nor should / be satisfied with killing
horse instead of a tiger, were not con
WINGED that before another year is passed
your destiny would be sealed"
The multitude, enraged at this Zero.
cious attempt to assassnate the chief
person in the realm, were about to tear
down the house, when Cromwell cried
aloud with GOODNESS and intrepidity:
Desist my friends! Alas, poor
woman, she does not know what she
saysW
So saying, he pursued his course. But
very speedily orders were issued to Sc
cure the person of the offender, and
Lucretia Granville passed the rest of
her days as the inmate of q lunatic asy-
linn