The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-05-05
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!s may assist al thy coronation as brother
They were amusing themselves from day
to day with these gay hopes when suddenly
! London rang with the sound of bells, the
noise of cannon awoke the silent echoes of
the Tower, and in the distance were heard
the joyous acclamations of the people.
Said not so, Edward? Is it not thy
coronation they announce? Tomorrow we
shall enter Westminster in triumph. Long
live Edward the Fifth" continued tho
young prince, approaching the window with
his brother.
Long live King Richard the Third!" re-
FLIED the people, whose mighty voice
drowned the noise of the Thames and the
solemn sounds that filed the air.
| Nearest though that, Richard? nearest
thou that7 It is not my name that the pso-
pie proclaim" And he strove to climb up
! to the window, the better to understand the
| words that were shouted by the crowd.
Long live King Richard the Third!
| Glory and long life to Richard the Third"
Night enveloped with its thick pail the
| city Of London: heavy clouds, through
which distant lightning occasionally flashed
! in silence, gathered over the city; the air
was oppressive, and charged with those
| sulphurous vapors which announce the
tempest The waves of the Thames dash
ing against the walls of the tower, and on
| its banks, alone interrupted the profound
but terrible calm which reigned in the OBJ
security. 1t was August, and two months
had the children of Edward the Fourth b2en
apparently forgotten by King Richard the
Third. After day passed. as usual, without
novelty, night had surprised the two princes,
still cOnversing of their mother, and of
the happiest days Of their childhood. Rich
ard still hoped; his gayety, ignorance Of care,
resisted captivity; but Edward tormented by
incessant terrors. partook not of the conf
dence of his brother. and it was a melan-
choly spectacle to see this child, subdued
by misfortunes, and pressed down by dis
quietude, involuntarily bow his pale face,
and languish. Exhausted by the extreme
heat of this day, they had thrown them
selves on the couch, and slept in each
a SfTea to wish to protect e ZACH othef
Beside them was crucifx, which attested
that before retiring they had engaged in
devotions. A book of prayers, richly Or
namented IN the style of the manuscripts of
that period, lay half open near them.
They reposed, and the lamp that each
evening was lighted in the chamber threw
but few feeble beams upon the hangings
Of their beds.
They slept; and, doubtless, heaven, to
calm the fears which pursued them during
the day, had sent them pleasant dreams;
they perhaps again were enjoying the time
land, Gloucester at their head, bowed be-
fore their childhood; they once more trav-
ersed the great park Of Windsor, where
they had essayed their first steps. Edward
heard the joyous cries that welcomed
him on his entrance into London, when
covered by the royal mantle, he had re-
ceived the homage of the Lord Mayor, the
alderman and the citizens who pressed
around him. He smiled at the past, and
the present was forgotten.
At this moment the door of their chamber
opened softly, and two men, entering with
precauton, approached their bed. At the
sight of such calm and youthful innocence,
they hesitated. One of them forcibly
thrust back the poignard which he had
drawn, and they contemplated in silence
that sweet slumber. Finally, after a mo-
ment's hesitation, he who had at first been
affected by the touching picture, regained
his bloody resolution, and said, in whis-
per:
"Come, we must finish, Richard wishes
IL anu tAOu kuOWest, COIeot, uouo ceu FeoiSt
him."
what! hast thou the courage, Tyrrel?
Darest thou striker"
l. "Can brave the anger of the king?"
"But this blood, Tyrrel, this blood. 1t
is that of Edward the Fourth-they are tn
nephews of Richard. And if he should re-
pent-"
"What matters it.! He commands, I
obey" And he seized his dagger, but his
firmness again gave way.
The storm which had long threatened
now announced itself by thunder crash.
The brothers were awakened, and surpris-
ed, they viewed the assassins. Edward
Eaw the danger.
"Ah! my brother" said he to Richard,
they come to kill u.s."
The poignard of Tyrrel glanced on the
breast Of the Duke of York; as he died,
Edward, pushing back the arm of the muir
derer, said:
why do you kill my brother? Take my
life, and let him live"
ooh! no, no more blood; let me not hear
their cries" wildly exclaimed Tyrrel, and.
Selling pillow, he tried to extinguish their
voices. Finally, with his whole strength,
he succeeded, and their inanimate bodies
remained upon the bed. Then the mighty
sound of thunder, and the rain, which beat
| the windows with violence, alone disturbed
the silence of that chamber of death. The
| children of Edward were dead, and the
house of York stained with it's blood for the
last time, the red rose, the symbol Of so
many civil wars.
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