The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1881-09-08
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GRIZEL COCHRANE.

--es droNe ms SUBJECTS 10 take u
arms against him, one of the most fo,
mldable enemies to his dangerous usn,
/, Pat'ons was Sir John Cochrane. one q
the most prominent actors in ArsyIe'
Z rebellion. For ages destructive doom
seemed 10 have hung over the houSe a
Campbell, enveloping in common rui,
, all who united their fortunes IN Nh,
cause Of its chieftains. The same doom
encompassed Sir John CocbraDe II,
was surrounded BY the Kings troops
long, deadly and desperate was his re-
sIstance; but at length, overpowere,
by numbers, he was taken prisoner
tired, and condemned to die upon tn,
Scaifold. lie had but few DAYS To live
and ms jailer only waited the arrival O.
MS deatn-warrant to lead him forth IL
execution His family and friends had
VISITED in prison, and exchanged with
MN the last, long and heart-yearnine
farewell But there was one who came
not with the rest, to receive his blessing
One who was the pride of his ewes
and OF his house-even Grizel. The
daughter of his love.
Twilight was casting deeper gloom
over the gratings of his prison-house
ne was mourning for last look of his
favorite child, and his head was pressed
against the cold, damp walls of his cell.
to cool the teverish pulsation that shot
! through 1t like stings of fire, when the
door Of his apartment turned slowly on
It's unwilling hinges, and his keeper en-
tered, followed by young and beauti
full lady.
My child my own GrizeI, he ex-
claimed, and she fell upon his bosom.
My father, my dear father" sobbed
the miserable maiden, and she dashed
away the tear that accompanied the
words.
Your interview must be short--yerv
short, said the jailer.
Heaven help and comfort thee. my
daughter | had feared that | should
die without bestowing my blessing on
the head of my avn child and that stung
me more than death but thou art come.
my love--thOu art come, my love-and
the last blessing Of thy wretched
father -"
Nay, father, forbear! not thy last
blessing not thy LAST My father shall
not die -
BE calm, be calm, my child." re-
TUNED he. "Would to heaven that
could comfort thee my own my own.
But there is no hope Within three
days, and thou and all my little ones
will be"
Fatherless he would have said, but
the word died on his tongue.
sFHbrea dave ~ ,.n,,,t-A Il -.
her head from his breast: ''then there
is hope-my father shall live :"
Nay, nay, my Grizel, reauned he, .
''be not deceived, there is no hope .
Already my doom is sealed, and the .
Of death is now on the way" .
'Y ct my dear father shall not-shall .
not die - and turning to her father,
said calmly, eve part now, but we shall
meet again =
"What would my child" inquired .
he, eagerly, and gazing anxiously on
her face,
ASK not now, but pray for me and
bless me--but not with thy last bless
ing"
On the evening Of the second day
after the interview we have mentioned
A waryfaring man crossed the draw
bridge at Berwick from the north, and
along Navigate, sat down TO
rest upon bench at the door q an hostel
ry on the south sido OF the street, near
" fronting where what was called the
'mainguard' then stood,
In one hand he carried small bun
lie, and in the other pilgrims staff
Having called for glass Of wine, he
ook Il crust Of bread from his bundle,
md after resting a few moments rose to
lepart,
heaven help ,hee If thou ntendest
Lc travel far in such a night rs this,
said the sentinel at the English gate, as
The traveller passed him and proceeded
across the bridge.
In a few minutes he was upon the
wide, desolate and dreary moor of
Tweedmoulh, which for miles present
ed desert Of furze, fern and stunted
heath, with here and there @ dingle Gov
cred with thick hrushWood. Still the
stranger pushed onward until he had
proceeded two or three miles from Ber-
wick, when, as if unable longer to brave
the storm, he sought shelter amid some
crab and bramble bushes by the way
side Nearly an houf had passed Stree
be sought this imperfect refuge. and the .
darkness of the night and storm bad .
increased together, when the sound of
A horses feet was heard hurriedly pass
ng along the road. The rider bent his
bead to the blast, Suddenly his horse
was grasped by the bride the rider
,aised his head and the stranger stood
before him, holding a pistol to his
breast.
"Dismount = cried the stranger stern
ly.
The horseman, hepumbed and strick
en- with fear, made an effort to reach
his arms, but in moment the hand Of
the robber, quitting the bride, grasped
the breast Of the rider and dragged him
to the ground. The stranger seized the
leather bag which contained the mail to
the north, and finging it on his should
er, rushed across the heath.
Early on the following morning the IN .
labitants of Berwick were seen hurry
ng in groups TO the spot where the rob
,ery had been committed, and were
in every direction over the
moor, DuG 10 tract VI lllt IpbDci tDuAh .
,e obtained.
Preparations were making for the
execution of Sir John Cochrane, and
he officers of the law waited only for
he arrival Of the mail with his second .
Ieath warrant to lead him forth to the
cafold, when the tidings arrived that
he mail had been robbed
1T is good-the hand of heaven Is in
hisl'
Said | not, replied the maiden. and
or the first time she wept aloud, that
nv father should not die ?"
The fourteen days we're not yet past,
rhen the prison doors few open, and
he Earl OF Dundonald rushed to the
rms Of his son. His intercssion with
be confessor had been successful, and
fter twice signing the warrant for the
xecution Of Sir John. which had so
fen I,ited IN reachining its destination,
be King had sealed his pardon. i
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