The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1886-09-18

has no ono to weep over him, count those
tears of yours, Janet, rs the brightest gems
could possess.
Sweet, this will be farewell note for my
enemies will surely carry me TO Edinburgh
where shall meet my doom. IL you could
but tell tho delight and the dread OF writing
TO you. am yet with you while write, and
the bare thought fills me with joy; and then
fear follows that these poor words OF mine
may fall in other hands but yours. l choke
the outpourings Of my poor heart, lest other
eyes but yours should read them. my sacred
love to b. profanod by being laid open to
scoifcrs" Is thought that fills me with dread
The rbald can find a jest In the hottest OF
matters, and TO have your sweet name made
a byword by tho careless would wound me
kecnly. But, OF surety, shall And some
means of sending few words to you, and
perhaps you may hear concerning mo from
my enemies, who make . loud boast that
they have crushed and taken prisoner Mont
rose and his army. Therefore, sweet, tia
only farewell for few days that l am writ
ing now. Only, Janet, do rot fatter your
self with false hopes There will be no par
don for me. Nor do desire one Montros~
doomed to die, coull not wish to live.
Heaven nep ITO III tIpSS WOftlS
to my sweetheart But my life has proven
SO unlike my imaginings OF IT, My sweets
have become bitter, my gohlen Visions black
realities; all my ends so different from my
beginnings | am too near my death to think
of new possibilities. l can but go over the
events OF my life, and dream Of my Janet
Sweetheart, fare thee we'll, and grieve nos
nightly over your true lover, j. =.
F. S.-Ths sun is shining brightly to-day,
Janet, and long for you with consuming
longing. \ little gust OF wind, full of the
fragrance Of the heather, has brought back
10 me memories of you. The glad days We
spent together among the heather, sweet, 1t
maddcns me 10 think Of them How careless
and happy we were, and how bonny yoJ
were Janet, thoughts Of joy, when the soul
is overcast by sorrow, are like the tortures Of
hell,
Janet, in reviewing those graces in you
that had loved had often been in doubt rs
10 what manner of yours pleased me best. |
doubt no longer, for know now that ! loved
your manner most when YOU braved bolts
and bars and the tyranny of my enemies
whom | fully forgive, even as | pray the
Lord may forgive mel, and the churlShneSs
of rude jailers so that you could kiss me
good-by, sweet!
The joy Of it, Janet, YOU cannot imagine
what this glimpse of you has been to me.
sure am | that there never b cathed so
proud IA condemned felon, nor one with half
such Just reason 10 rejoice. Since Janct--heT
fears forgotten-came to mo in my prison
cell, what matter letters or aught that my
enemies can urge against mei If all that
which their malice can invent be chrOniclcd
to my diSparagement no one will believe
aught that is bad, since Janet kissed me!
When YOU entered my cell perchance you
observed that was tapgur-tiyd that no
words could force their way to my lips, that
my eyes seemed dazed and could not realize
that it was my dearest mistress standing he
fore me You were SO pale and wan, love, |
your pitlful face has haunted me ever since. |
Sweet, am to die; you know it. | swear !
10 YOU that death has lost its bitterness since |
] have seen you. You cannot imagine how |
the thought that never should see yOu moro |
has pursued me, Night and day, since tho |
disastrous day when we lost all, | have |
ycarned for glimpse Of you, and yesterday |
you gave it Ia me
if it were not for you ! should feel right glad
that my short span of life is nearly over. /
Twenty six years only have lived, and have |
already seen the death of all cared for.
| fear no death, not even that on the scat
fold, but fear to carry about with mo into !
the next world that great unaSsuaged desire
the desire for you, Janet | cannot shake it |
Off it overpowers me- Ii will outlast life, nay,
outlast death. Yea, an the very Judgment
day twill be you only that Al bring peace
to my tortured soul .Srave Mart! You have |
suffered SO much for me ttft | scarce like to !
lay another sufferance on yOu. 'Tis a great
boon | crave OF you-no need to urge you by
telling you It's the last. know you well,
Janet, and, knowing you, scarce hesitate to
crave this last favor, which, If it be not too
great, pray you grant
Janet, will you see me die'
Not in the midst Of the crowd sweet but In
some secluded spot, whence, when my last
comes you will murmur through
your tears, Dear soul God give him rest
lie loved me well"
To tell you how love you were impoSsible;
to make you understand what you have been
to me in sweetness and tenderness since the
first day my oses fell on you, equally mpos-
sibe, and to bid you Good-by most impoS-
sibe Of the three. For though my pen cease
writing shall not cease bidding you fare
well until the AK sewers my head from my
body if, indeed, am favored 50 much as ~
die by steel in lieu of rope, though it matters
but little to mel; even then "a long "good-by'
to Janet will be found on my lips by those
who can read such language. Even now
have omitted to give you thanks for your
sweet ploadings in my bchaT. Twas great
grief TO think that you should thus humble
yourself for my worthless lfe's sake; yet was
it grief mingled with sweetness, for had you
not braved all for mel And nothing can hu-
initiate you, sweetheart; not even the churl
ish denial which the boon you craved met
with from my enemy; hut thank you again
for your courage, love you for it; twas
like you.
The little sprig Of rosemary, Janet still lies
close to my heart, There will it lie until my
heart beat no more; and then, when am
dead, methnks it must blossom out afreSh
from my grave. Was il not love token from
youi Can such love "a ours, or It's emblems,
ever diei 1t must bo everlasting. A little
stir In my cell tells me they arc coming to
announce that | must soon make ready to
death will claim me from Janet
IL ! but die as nobly Us Montrose died, so
that my dearest heart, In days to come when