Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1880-12-17

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Draw iinery and told me ye would gang
to Holyrood the night; and that's the
last heard from We till ye walked up
daft. And I'm thinking, sir. that if
ye're going to the palace, the hour of
eight's gone, and it's time yewe of"
With this she sallies out of the room
with vicious slam of the door, leaving
me with my brain in complete whirl.
Presently, having somewhat recovered
myself, think 1t would be as well to
comply with my landlady's advice; SO,
huckling on the sword, throwing the
fured cloak round me, and placing my .
hat on my head, walk out Of the room .
and call TO Mrs. Macfarlane, who comes !
at my summons, and, opening a massive +
door, shows me out on to n steep and .
muoh-worn stairway Of stone. down |
which pick my way gingerly, and pres |
emily emerge into u narrow street--so
narrow, indeed, that one might shake
hands with ones neighbor out of the top
story windows.
At length / gain what ! imagine, from
the slope of the ground, must be the
! Canongate, though its appearance differs
vastly from what remember It an hour
or two ago.
Turning to the right, strike down
toward Holyrood, feeling sure am 60
I ing in the proper direction, as every now
and then pass, or am passed by, small
parties of people on foot or horseback;
and ever and anon some grand seigneur
rides by, attended by men,at-arms with
torches.
Before long | arrive in front OF the
palace of Holyrood. This, at all events
seems little changed, and welcome it
as an old friend.
On we go, through corridor and room,
until we finally arrive at a curtained
archway, before which | pause, while
my conductor enters the presence-cham-
Der, and, after a moments absence,
comes back for me Preceded by him,
] pass through the curtains, and find
myself in the presence of the iil-!ated
Mary, surrounded by the noblest and
most beautiful of the Scottish realm,
( and she said, Welcome to Holyrood,
Sir Trefoy. How does our good sister
of EnglandP"
| Now this is rather i'll awkward ques-
ton, as the last recollection | have Of
= her lamented majesty Elizabeth is ofsee-
1 ing her (in stone) peacefully slumberlng
on top of her monument in Westmin'
f ster abbey. |, however, murmur some
y thing to the effect that she is right well
and sends greeting by the humblest OF
4 her servants.
n On the back Of her chair leans 4 pleas
}. ant looking young man, whom imme
/. diately decide must be Lord Darnley
: and | find myself wondering what h
would say were to inform him that
history is vigorously carried out he vii
>, ultimately be blown up by his beautiful
consort, Perhaps, though, If they re
sembIe ordinary couples, he is occue
toned 10 that operation.
While / am thus meditating, | find tn
~ queens eyes are fixed upon me. Sue
~ eyes! They send little electric shiVei
of delight all through every vein in m
body. -.
Lord Darnley stoops down and Wink
t pers to Il stern, beetle-browed individu;
t. on the left of the dais. IwOndeF who /
is, but my Ignorance does not continr
at for long. Almost Immediately he az
W dresses the queen,-
c ''Will it please your majesty to L
y ceive the Queen of England's letters fro
Ut Sir Hector Trefoy tonight? lfso, shs
'e- we repair to your cabinetY'
'By jover inwardly calculate
horror (though l suppose, being medic
val parsonage, ought to swear by n
lie halidamc), "what letters | havel
NE got any, and I've not the remotest i'd
of what their contents may be. | sh;
CA doubtless be hanged rs 4 spy, for they
hi- never believe that | am 50 much In 8
"'e vance of my time as to have come trc
the nineteenth century
nv lam greatly relieved, however,
'oA hearing the queens silvery tones rep
'n'' "No, brother Moray; we will recei
Any them tomorrow at the council-boar'
At this | congratulate myself hearth
'te Perhaps ! shall have time to forge so
of them. Anyhow, I've escaped
n, ~, danger for the present
'hiS Some attentions paid the beauti
>'0i Mary caused look of rage on the p
features of Darnley, who scowls W
p" -, me diaboLically.
NY "Ah, jealous" think, as ! twirl
ups mustache complaoently, and look
''Ds ward with almost satisfaction to
catastrophe of the Kirk of Field.
''''S The court soon dispersed. Suppe
'''' evidently not expected on these occasiC
. ., So, again kneeling, take leave of
'n queen, ana with an ironical bow
-" Dmnley retire backward from the p
ence.
larry Along tue galleries | pace, fee
several feet taller than when ! cnte
ueeh Visions of greatness rise before me.
queen loves me- Darnley, in the q
e. nary course of history, must soon be
'mee of the way. What an immeasurable
tory, vantage it is that was born in the n
the teenth century, us of course, now k
eloy7 the exact date, Mt which anything
ton; be expected to happen, and can co
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