Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1880-01-08

To leave avhils the aylight of the real,
Led BY the guidaucs of the masters hand,
For the strange radiance of the far ideal
-" Inc light that never was on Sea or land"
Well, time alone can lift the futu,e Is curtain
Science may teach our children all she knows,
But Love will kludle resn yOuhg hearts, 1is Ger tain
And June will not forget her Dushing rose.
And 50, in spite of all that time is BRINGING
Treasures of truth and miracles of art,
Beauty and Love will keep tie poet singing,
and song still ive-the science Of the heart.
Atlantic Monthly.
The STORY Of LADY N|TA|S)ALE.
Everybody has heard of the Tower of
London. The London of to-day has
risen around it from the ashes of the
London of the past; generation after
generation has bsen forgotten; customs
have changed as completely as fash.
ions, but the tower il now, as of old, an
object of interest that is half of fear,
half of tenderness to all reading and
thinking minds with human sympathy.
So often has it been described, so often
portrayed upon artists canvas and
gravers' block that even those
who dwell beyond seas know we'll
its square, stoid outline and an
gular turrets. Its "Traitor's Gate"
has gapsd and bristled in many q
youthful dream, and its blood stained
"Hll" has risen like q nightmare upon
the visions of tender students and i'm.
questionable lovers of romance. Will
liam the ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS conqueror,
whose grasp closed on her forever-built
those massive walls; set them, like his
soul, upon the fair face of the land his
sword had won, and stamped into it
very spirit of sorrow and tyranny. A
palace in searly days, when calaces were
raised on prisons and cemented with
blood, it gradually sunk the palace in
the prison, but kept its royal character,
for it was made the prison of the enc
mics of kings and still the SONS of kings.
The names of the noble and royal black
en- its records; saint-like souls in deli.
cate bodies, and pampered bodies whose
souls were fit for darker prisons, alike
have passed from beneath its shadow,
have looked their last in hope from ita
barred windows. Tragedies, horrors,
sufferings, existence and such triumphs
of the spirit over the flesh have illumined
its darkest vaults as bid US, in very
shame, defy the worst man can do,
while God looks on and Crowns the VIC
tor who endures.
The names of many of the prisoners
in the Tower of London are as familiar
as household words. Taking them with
out regard to order, William Wallace,
the golden-haired hero of Scotland; Sir
Thomas Moore, Anne Boleyn, Lady Jane
Gray, Sir Walter Raleigh, the Earl of
Essex-a long, long line Of brave and
gracious men and women pass before the
mental vision at its very name. Later
on, less distinguished, but as blameless,
sufferers take their places. The un.
settled state of England during the
reign of Charles l., the struggles of
Charles H., the flight of James II. and
the misery in which he involved his
followers, were all seasons of harvest for
the Wardens of the tower. The dark
and bloody shadow of that flying figure
which crossed the Thames and left the
Great Seal lying under those sullen
future of England, and sank lower upon
bis too faithful subjects. Rebellion
followed rebellion, and Scotland saw the
ranks of her best and bravest sadly thin
ned. before the crown of the Stuarts rest.
ed firmly and easily upon the thick
heads of the house Of Brunswick. Lovers
of history and romance know we'll the
tragedies of 1925 and 1745, the dates of
those two failures, those splendid ground
less hopes, the hopeless disappointment
when Charles Edward, the son, and
James ILL.,, the grandson of James IL.
flashed, each in his turn, and vanished,
less nobly, less fearfully, but as sadly as
Charles l.
1t was in the struggle of 1715 that
Lord Nithisdale passed the grim thresh-
old of the tower. He had been "out"
with the gallant Earl of Mar, and shared
his ruin, together with his brother Earls
of Derwentwater, Camwath and Win.
ton, and the Lords Warrington, Ken.
muir and Marine. All, save the Earl of
Winton, were sentenced to death, and
all efforts to soften or appease the rigor
of their judges appeared useless. Wives
and mothers, sisters and daughters
crowded to the foot of the throne, ap-
pealed with the trembling lips of age,
the beauty of youth, the helpless hands
of infancy, to George l., and appealed in
vain. Orders were sent to dispatch
Derwentwater, Nithisdale and Ken.
muir immediately-the others to be
respited for short time, but certainly
to die.
TWAS the last night of life in NTH.
isdale. In the gray of dawn, in the
sweet yet solemn hour when earth seems
more at peace, while it waits forSthe
blessing of the Lord upon new day. he
was to die. And die, moreover. an
awful, doubly awful death. He had
received the tidings with that gracious
and gallant courtesy which belonged to
his order. His cheek had not paled nor
his eye dropped, nor his deep, sweet
voice trembled as he thanked the bearer
Of the news, and craved, in gentle terms,
the necessary quiet to prepare his mind
for the most fateful event of time and
eternity to him. But now that he was
alone, now that the dark shadows of his
gloomy cell were barred by the holy
light OF the moon, now that the future
seemed so near, the past so far off, 80
vain, 80 useless, his proud heart sank and
trembled. Not before man, but before
the Highest and the purest, before that
One, so tender and 90 Just, in whose
sight there is no distorted ray, no vary
ing CLEAN. Lord Nithisdale buried his
face in his hands and strove to reduce to
order the teeming horrors Of his brain
and to summon to his aid the holy lessons
OF bis ancestral faith. He knelt humbly
and reverently before the only Judge he
feared, and found him less Judge than
Father. Peace returned to him. and
from the thought Of the future, which
ne could leave in the hands Of God, he
turned to the thought Of the past that
God had given him. It had been !
gracious and noble past in many things
apart from himself. His home. his ueo-
pie his long line Of ancestors whose eiory
and whose strength had been hiss from
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