Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-09-18
A TRUE LOVER OF lS46.

sweetheart: then am ! sure that neither
you nos I can be in the fashion. Fol
surely, il love be out of fashion, kissing
must likewise be; and that was kiss yor
gave me when you took leave Of me Zane
sad leave it was, sweetheart. = both my
mouth and thine viii testify. Your lip,
trembled, sweet, and the tears stood IL
your eyes. and yet loved that gentle quiv
ering better far than even the brightes
smile you ever gave me, when first 1 saw
you, sweetheart, al, 50 lopg ago!
Do You remember the first time? You
have b.ashed at it many times privately
III warrant, for there was neither shoe mol
stocking On your foot. Nou were dainti!y
fording = swollen brook when my horse
neighed and heigh. presto your gown was
dropped, and at sight Of me the blood can't
sargine Up into your cheek.
Sweetheart, that was long ago,
Many blush you have blushed, and
many g tear YOU have shed for the which
j beg your pardon on my Bonded knees
Tor my sake since then
Now you have become the very soul @!
my soul. Itell you this, not because YOU
do not know 1t well, but because it pleases
ne nightly to write il. Soul of my soul,
III write i ten thousand times, with ten
thousand ew meanings each time. Janet.
can yoI imagine, sweetheart, what pain
twas . leave you, ana what greater
sweeter rain to see you gTieye at leaving
me? J would not lose THAI greater pain
tor all tie Joys Of heaven
Sweet, I'm not biasphemous. could not
u, OF
my dear and honored chief would not allow
i blaSphemUus man to fight IN his great
cause.
Janet, DO you know the one rival you
have? NOW be jealous. love jealous
woman.
Though jealousy is impossible 'twixt you
and me. Love such as ours closes the door
on Jealousy. You have OWNED your rival,
sweet, without one word from me-
| always loved James Graham, Janet, and
now THAI Re has striYen with all his might
TO raise al army to avenge the death of the
most blessed martyr Charles, | love him so
intensely that my pulses beat and my breath
quickens al mere sound of his name.
Therefore / have unsheathed my good
sword, which is keen even as am, TO do
battle in the cause. Therefore have | bid
den you GOod-bv, ray Janet, and am sitting
JI IlA b-Al VI usI III OAll tEiliD IltGI 1Juln-
bath, penning these few lines, which may
be an everlasting farewell.
Janet Il is not light thing to be SOL
dier's love: hard it is for you, sW Get, and
heavy 10 bear, that l know full well, but
you are The brave5t woman in the whole
world, aud did not finch though the tears
stood in your eyes when you kissed me.
Forgive me, sweetheart, for referring to
that 6iss-perhaps the last you may ever
give me. Do you remember the horoscope
cast for me? Sweet, if l am to die the
bloody death foretold for me, pray that it
may be on the field of battle. | spoke to
the noble Marquis concerning this, but he
has a higher, purer faith than mine. He
said that the manner of dying mattered
but little provided that we fell in true
cause.
It seems that be never doubts. / have
doubted everything save only Janet.
Montrose is q true lover He and spend
many night speaking about the ladies we
love test. Perchance his lady resembles
you, for you have much in common. mas
much Is you seem each to be the loveliest
truest, dearest OF your sex. ! do not tell
my chief so, but | know my mistress is the
more lovable of the two. Sweet, how many
eyes have you3 For, when | lay awake at
nights under heavens canopy, each star
looks at me with your eyes. | lay and talk
20 them, and tell them how love you, and
that [ know you never will be mine.
Sweetheart, the thought kills me. l am
only as other men, and | long for you
night and day. l try TO pray that in days
20 come, when / lie under the sods, you
will love some other man, and the very
thought chokes me. Janet, you will never
love another man! Dear, it is widowhood
without ever bridal | am condemning
YOU to.
You will ask why these black thoughts
and terr5rs. Alas they are only too well
founded | am no coward, Janet, aud do
not dread 10 die, sword in hand, fighting to
ayepse the blood Of my murdered King.
But, Jaret. Colonel Straughan is upon US
with 1909 men. If l could but die at the
side of MuntrOse' will you ever
forget me. Janet?
Alas. hat ever met You. But no. that
is hcresy toward my sweet. | love you
with the whole Of my heart, dear, so fare
well. trust this letter to Duncan, who
knows every pass ana will bring these lines
10 you though the enemy guard every stone
on the Tlad.
II were but Duncan. 10 see your face
again, Ny dearest heart, 1 send you some
thing in the corner of this letter. Would
that you could but give it back to me
Yours. uuul death, JOHN SPo1TIswooDE.
P. Sit seems ! am not in the fashion,
sweet for find love you more than ever.
4 iig fo- the fashion, say | BY fashion OF
loving you is the best and truest part ol
me. Shall | lose that? Never Even as
/ write hear the call to arms | fear You
viii learn the issue of this fight before you
receive this. The little sprig of rosemary
You plucked for me in happier times lies
close to my heart; it speaks to me of you
but there was no need of rosemary for re-
membrane. If | could but forget you
dear heart, and you would bat forget me-
should go TO battle with lighter spirit
bat my love weighs me down, the sweetest
burden that man ever carried. Again
farewell, sweetheart.
Alas, for my foreboding spirit, Janet
have Won heard of the disaster that has be-
fallen Us? Sweet, | trust that the news OF
our defeat has been broken to you gently
/ could not rest all night after my capture
for thinking of you. and how you would
be able 70 bear the evils that have come
upon us. In fancy have | seen your cheek
pale and Your lips culver, have seen the
glitter of YOUR eye and the rush of tear;
that will have dimmed its brightness.
am costing you tears again, Janet
whose only Joy twas to see you smile
And now, sweetheart, expect no quarter
from our enemies They are pitiless mol
do / care to accept pity. from any man
Your Pity, Janet, half-sister to your love,
yearn for.
Now that am no longer free, l weary
for sight of the bonny heather, for Whit
of the fresh sea, for a sight of you, Janet.
tried not TO write this last, because it is moi
only wearying, it is too hopeless, too deer
q yearning. l would die content could
but see your face once more, but that viii
never be- Dream visions Of you will come
10 visit me; dreams remove bars and bolts
dreams scott at prison walls; Janet giides
in 10 comfort me- whether my iailers will
or no. Ny dream Janet, pale reflection Of
beautiful reality
Janet, / think hear your crying when
you read this. Do not cry, sweet; for were
you thousand miles away your tears
would rend my heart. 1t is not so great 9
loss to lose life when one has lost all else
DO not weep, my Janet, for this poor, deS-
pesa,e lover of yours, who is penning this
he cares not greatly to live. To an exile
hunted down by pitiless foes, what would
be the worth of life? Not worth tear Of
yours, Janet
And yet | love your tears. Sometimes,
when think of the feelings of man who
has no one to weep over him. count those
Tears OF yours, Janet, as the brightest gems
could possess.
Sweet, this will be farewell note, for
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