The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1881-08-13

He held her IN close and wearisome captivity
for long years, and then her good old father
longing To comfort his sOrrOwful dau ghter
sold his ancient domain TO the king If Franc,
for her ransom, II was paid but Edward de
n anded rs q last and final sacrifice before l.,
broke the captlve's cham that Margaret should
renounce her claim to the English throne
Once every impulse of her queenly soul woulc
have risen in arms at the proposition. Now
the fires OF her proud ambition lay In blacken
ed embers within the desolated holy OF holes
of her heart. Passively she took the fats
document which Edwards mobiles presented
passively she signed and In the year 1476, 81
years from the month In which Margaret, the
beautiful, high born, gifted bride of Henry
| vi. landed upon the shores Of England rs the
rapturOusly welcomed future queen of that
great nation, the exiled, bereavcd and stricken
princess, in stony despair, looked her last bit
ter farewell 10 England.
| Reaching Paris, she would have visited her
kingly cousin, but Louis, with the craven sci
tishness Of pigmy soul. babe Margaret 60
her way he would not look upon her face
To soften, however the glazing wrong which
he had done, he sent her an escort.
For the last time Margaret's proud nature
famed into resentment. She sent back with
scorn the profiered guard and set forth with
her scanty retinue alone. Her path lay thrO'
Normandy, whose English inhabitants were
greatly incrnsed against her as the cause of
all their misfortune. Fer0ciously they attack
ed her. and her life was saved only with great
difficulty. Returning To Rourn, she accepted u
guard, and under its protection ra he'd her
fathers castle of hecuile.
A lovely river murmured unsteady at its
foot 1t was encircled by exquisite scenery,
and the fairest pictures hung IN Its galleries ;
L,,ss
cts life. The most sacred spot to her In all
the wide wide world was Chertsey with its be-
loved graves, and for the precious dust which
they contained she longed with unutterable
longing. Yesr after year she sent large sums
of money over To England that the solemn re.
QUEEN mass might ever rise IN supplicatiOn
above their resting place. Her brlllantly,ex.
presslve eyes grew dim with tears, her lovely
face almost repusive with the disease which
her fearful grief had brought upon her." and
still sleeping and waking the faces Of her
worshiped dead were ever before her
Her father died, committing her to the care
of an old and faithful friend. But soon she
was called 10 rejoin him; Gods gentle angel
OF death land tie seal of eternal peace upon
the aching heart and anguished brain. Let us
hope that in the aim aud beautiful beyond,
purified by great suffering, she was permitted
to rcjoln the beloved and lost.
They buried The woman whose grand and
daring genius had struggled for three decades
with The uOcs' statesmen and warriors of her
day, not, like Napoleon or Cesar, for suprem-
acy, but solely for the dear ones Of her heart,
At Anglers. Century after century passed, and
each year, as the anniversary OF her death re-
tuned, the while-robed monks walked In slow
around her grave chanting a holy
hymn whose echoes died IN celestial harmony
over the quiet dust OF the brilliant but Inflated
Margaret DAnjou. (Ihe end)