Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1882-03-13


Mid the tempest that blows
In my rings the kneI
o. Scotland's White Rose.
Swift to bear thee away,
Round thee hoarse pillows swell
Once again, an for aye,
Rose o. Scotland farewel!"
AS the last words of the song peal
ed on the ears of the terror-smitten
Catharine, she ascended the side of
the vessel, and with eyes fearless
from agony, perceived the shores of
her native land receding fast from
her view.
By an agreement between the Eng
lish and Flemish courts, all English
rebels had been excluded from the
Low Countries.
Perkin, though born in England,
was a Fleming by extraction, and
might therefore, have claimed admis-
sion into Flanders.
But, as he must have dismissed his
English retainers, the brave compan-
ions of his dangers, and as he had to
apprehend a cold reception from a
people who were determined to main
tain an amicable footing with the
English courts, he resolved not to try
the experiment, but repaired to Ire
land, where he remained for some
time in insecure and comfortless
exile.
1t is not to be expected that we
shall follow the historian in a detail
of his subsequent attempt upon Eng
land, Of his landing in Cornwall, be-
ing joined by the populace, and tax
ing upon himself for the first time
the title of Richard w., king of Eng
land.
1t was at this period that his too
faithful wife, following the fortunes
of her unhappy husband, fell into the
hands of the enemy.
This was fatal blow to the adj
venturer.
In all his wanderings she had shar-
ed his fortunes.
With all his faults he had still
adored his lovely, his ill-fated bride,
his fair spotless ''White Rose"
We shall not depict the humiliating
scene of his surrender to King Henry,
of the exposure of his fictitious
claims, of his ignominious treatment
and close confinement, of his repeat
ed effort to escape, and lastly, of his
arraignment and condemnation, but
pass on to the scene of execution.
y
The last morn that ever broke up.
on the eyes of the unhappy pretend
er to royalty dawned heavily anc
slowly.
At an early hour the roads an(
lanes adjacent to the hill of Tyburn
the place of execution, were throngec
with anxious and expectant thous
ands.
A detachment of soldiers surround
ed the sledge on which the culpri
and his confessor were placed.
AS the procession approached th
fatal spot, Perkin threw his eyes o.
{ the gallows that frowned on the hill
and observed to his confessor, with
smile of bitter disappointment:
"Yonder is the throne to whic
ambition has exalted me.
t The father entreated him to dismis
: from his thoughts everything ths
f might distract him from the duty c
preparing to meet his Maker, addin
that though disappointed of an eartl
: ly throne, the present place was to /
4 a stepping-stone to an eternal one.
f "Were not these arms pinioned,
cried the prisoner, Il would embrat
t the tree; and, since my tongue
not restrained, thank thee for tt
blest assurance.
Y He was now urged to public col
i fession of his imposture.
e 'sIs not then your master yet COZ
tent?" said he, adding, "but l col
sent, and thus proclaim my infam
n Urged on by restless ambition, b,
II more as the ready tool of others d
1t signing, 1 have disturbed the qui
realms, and sought crown to viii,
= [ had no claim. Father he adde
IS lowering his voice, "Heaven is n
witness that had | not been bound
" oath, [ had long ago discontinue
" this iniquitous, futile enterprise. n
s. unhappy Catharine J how does n
le heart bleed at thought of her. s.
long, long entreated me to resign L
III ambitious claim. That angel woma
father, in the flower of youth,
IS beauty's hour of pride, resigned b
at fate to my keeping; the descenda
e. of line of princes, she brooked al
IN ance with wanderer-an outcast.
lis She loved me-she welded me
ly she joined in all my miseries, to pro
an the fervor of her truth. Oft has S
On wiped my burning brow, streami
SIS with drops of anguish-oft has S
cheered, with sounds of hope, l