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For thf Danner of the South."
Isadore.
BY CEDRIC.
Thou fioatest tlirough each dream,
Isadore !
Like sweet niu6ic o’er a stream,
Isadore!
And when the sun beams waken,
The lute for thee'is taken,
And its softest chords are shaken
Isadore !
I have sung for thee while here,
Isadore!
1 have wept above thy bier,
Isadore!
In its wildest beauty gleaming
in its meteor glory streaming—
Fled the spirit of my dreaming,
Isadore (
1 am lonely since thou’rt gone ;
Isadore !
All is darkness since thou’rt flown ;
Isadore!
And tones, half sighs, half weeping,
From the shattered lute are sweeping,
While tears its strings are steeping,
Isadore!
Tfie Countess of Clare.
A SEQUEL TO
“THE EARLS OF SUTHERLAND.”
BY BUT 11 FAIRFAX.
[continued.]
CHAPTER IV.
“ J he King wishes to see the Count de
\ ere, said one ol the royal pages ap
proaching a group of courtiers who were
engaged in an animated conversation.
“Lead on,” replied one of the lords,
moving away with a slight bow to his
companions. Ihe page passed on, and
presently opening the door of the King’s
pi it ate cabinet in a low voice announced,
“Count de Yere.”
W elcome ! said Louis, without lift
ing his eyes from a lot of papers he held
in Lis hand; “sit down my Jord, I want
to have a long talk with you, and I wish
\ou lo answer freely the questions I will
ask you; will you do so ?” “I will,” re
plied the Count taking the seat designa
te(l b .y a wave of the Kings hand.
' Y hat is the matter my friend,” asked
hums kindly, lilting his eyes to the pale
lace before him.
“Nothing more than usual,” answered
, L< J unt languidly, “your majesty is
pleased to notice me more than 1 desire.”
‘A ou long to see vour old home, do
you not?” “I would see it, Sire, but 1
never will.”
“hut why do you say so; you are not
a P.?. soner my lord Count!” said Louis
smiling.
Not a prisoner, only so far as my own
Vll . . !I ' abes 1,10 S<J - I have no wish to
ic-visit England,” said the Count.
Kin t eVeU t 0 serveine? " asked the
o’
kc serve you, if your
majesty wishes it I am ready to go ”
answered the Count. J
. t 0 “C.” said Louis pushing
'he papers that lay before him,
of" wl " le '<'ll you a little story’
‘ Hai ago there lived in a large city
>wo Merchants They were brothers, the
Pi err Wa \ ca C| l Auguste, the other
iJ‘H' Au S y ste had one son, who hav-
o huu l so unfortunate as to offend his
lived in US eX x l]ed from kis h °we. There
whoni w a, ‘? t n ercilJ auother Merchant,
and Fr-tn S - a caP , Francois. Auguste
beintrrir] COl V Uie tl ! euds ’ a °d Francois
that T erfu I P r °misod Auguste
lie ,h Ol l b andl - g the exile of h, s son
inherit
A A 'C . bl '° ,hers richcs
an-Ic'aimlda^h a fbu e t S h C ere ,e / orWa - d
’ , he,e Francois
gras..nf| M r rt * S ! ed , tle gold from the
of the In f f d placed [t iD the hands
“It n- ° , Auguste - Was [t well ?
‘‘l i .f <iS m? ’' re P p cd the Count.
in» his of,’* lGsunie( i the King, draw
cds Hi } uU! llear *° the Count, “Fran
homehlD?t, SeDd , Pierre a,IJ his family
then, toii t 0 lie w *^ e wor ld; he took
them, p: <)Wn house and cared for
eil< v,,t s attacked with sudden
illness, irancois stood by his side, and
the last words that fell upon the ears of
the dying man was the promise of Fran
-0 a^ter^ie interests of the son
of lerre who was named like his father,
the last words that fell from the fast
stiffening lips were murmured thanks,
and death chilled the tear of gratitude
that glistened in the glazing eye Did
h rancois do well ?”
“He did well,” was the Counts re
sponse.
the son of Auguste died, the young
Pierre was the next heir, for his cousin
Igil no child. Francois then bethought
hmi ot his promise to Pierre and made
every exertion to place the gold in the
hands of the young man. In all this
did Francois do just and right ?”
( “He was just and right,” replied
Count de V ere after a momentary hesita
tion.
You would have done the
would you not, Count?”
“I tbink 1 would,” replied de Yere.
Let us put this matter aside,” said
Louis with a sudden change of manner.
“1 have matters of more import to discuss.
I have just received letters from Eng
land. Ihe Scotch are in arms, and there
will be war ere long. They are clamor
ous for their young King, and I would
they had him. I know not how he will
ever reach his throne.”
Ihe Count looked fixedly on the floor.
“You do not answer me de Yere.”
‘I do not answer your majesty because
I know not what to say ; you will pardon
me,” exclaimed de Yere.
Ii he had such a friend as Monmouth
had, he would find his road easy ” said
Louis.
Y eie his cause as just as was my lord
of Monmouths,” replied de Yere, “he
would have that friend.”
‘ Wealth and titles can not purchase
that friend,” said Louis.
“If they could he would not be a
friend, but mere hired servant,” answer
ed de Yere.
c< “True, very true,” replied the King,
and for that very reason am I so anxious
to secure him ror my young charge ”
“What does your majesty* mean?”
exclaimed de \ ere looking up in sur
prise.
I would \\ in you, my lord, to espouse
the cause of young Chevalier de St.
George,” replied the King
“Impossible!” cried de* Yere; “your
majesty surely forgets the tie that binds
me to tfie present King of England.”
Y hat i<> the tie ? asked Louis.
“f he oath that was sworn by the
bleeding body of our brother who coun
ted Ins life well spent in the service of
his King,” answered de Yere in a mourn
tul tone. Your majesty may command
me in aught else, but 1 will never lift
my hand against King William of Eng
land.”
“I wish I knew how to tempt you,”
said Louis gazing curiously upon "him,
1 know not what glittering prize to hold
before you, if I were to offer wealth. ”
“Your majesty would not, von know
me too well,” said de Vere quietly.
“If I offer revenge
“I have had the power in my hand
and east it unused away!”
“-dank ? ’ said Louis
‘•I do not want it,” replied de Vere.
“Beauty !”
I know what it is,” exclaimed the
Count bitterly, “it is but a shining mark
to hide the vilest deformity v ’ °
“Love !” said Louis.
1 lia\e no heart, I cannot love !” ex
claimed de Vere starting to his feet
“Forbear your majesty, you but torture’
uie.you cannot tempt me to join you in
this scheme.” ' J
i•. P Oll , 01 ' ' • sa * ( i Louis, restino
ins hand on de A ore's arm.
r fP ea ' eJ ( 1< ! Vere contempt-!
USI J’ . "hat honor is to be gained bv
aesornng the cause of one who tru S %
b liat glory can a traitor hope!
IJI - "o am I, what have I done the 1
L
GA, FEBRUARY 13, 1860.
your majesty makes me these offers ?”
I make them because I want your
assistance, I want you to join me, I need
your true heart, ready wit, and strono
arm. lam about to embark in a desper
late venture; will you join me Count ?”
“Pray do not ask me, you know that I
cannot, “your majesty wants a true heart,
would mine be true if I were to turn
traitor to my King !” “But if the King
of England were to die, whom would you
consider the next ’ air to the throne ?
Anne or the son of James *he Second?”
Undoubtedly the son of his highness
the Duke of York,” replied the Obunt.
_ “And in that case you would espoftse
his . cause, would you not ?” enquired
Louis.
“If your majesty wished it I would
most willingly. But let us not speak of
I trust Heaven may grant King
1 hat his soul may rest in peace !”
interrupted the King in a solemn tone.
‘Y hat means your majesty?” cried
de Yere.
‘King William is dead,” answered
Louis placing a letter bearing a heavy
black seal in de Ye re’s Land.
“Monmouth is dead!” murmured de
A eie. Ah. my heart is indeed cold not
to feel more severely this blow. How
long has your majesty known this?”
‘Not more than an hour, you are the
only one that 1 have told, but in a short
time the news will be made public. You
h.i\ c hitherto avaided the young Cheva
lier, may I hope that you will now de
clare yourself his friend ?”
If your majesty really considers my
services valuable he shall have them,”
said de Yere.
“St. George will be delighted, he has
long looked upon you with a wishful eye,
and I will let him know that your "his*
friend,” said Louis.
Not now, not now,” whispered de
Veiro, “I grieve for the loss of my friend,
and, ii )Oiir majesty permits, I will re
tire.”
“As you will,” answered Louis, “take
your own time Reginald, I would not in
trude on your grief, but let your promises
to your young Kmg be given in as early
as possible.”
“I will see him to-morrow, and though
I fear your majesty over-rates the value
of your new ally, yet I will do all ] can.’’
J know the value of your services 1”
answered Louis as de \ ere bowed him
self out of the room, and then to him
self in an exultant tone. “Surely the
Chevalier will succeed now that he has
a Sutherland to support him !”
chapter, v.
' reparations were rapidly and secretly
made to send the young King to Scot
land. One attempt had indeed been
made to land the young Chevalier on his
iiaove shore, but it had failed, and har
assed by foreign wars Louis had some
what neglected the son of James 11.
Months passed into j ears and not untii
Queen Anne was dead, and George, the
Elector of Ilanover sat upon the Eng
lisii throne did he again push forward
the claims of St. George. All was in
readiness, the Scots were animated by
nope, the English quivering with alarm
Louis was openly making grandest pre
parations for the event; he had supplied
the Chevalier with a wardrobe befitting
ais loyal state, with gold and silver
plate, and all things else befitting the
rank of a sovereign prince. At parting
Louis grasped his hand and placed with
in it a sword having its hilts richly set
with jewels, and prayed, as the best wish
he could make, that they might meet no
more. “And here,” said he in conclu
sion, placing the hand of de Vere in that
of the Chevalier, “here I give to you a
hand that is able, if the hand of man
can do it, to grasp the crown of Eng
land and place it on your head.” Listen
to his advice my friend, and if he should
find any of his own family favorable to,
your cause and brings them to you trust i
in them ! Put your life in their hands ■
they will be true even unto death ! I
knew de Yere when he was a youth like
yourself, I would trust him with my life,
my crown, nay more my honor !”
“I will remember your words, and
when this true friend places the crown
of England on my brow I will think of
Louis of France,” answered the Cheva
lier.
Go then/ said the King, “and may
success attend you,”
1 nder sucli favorable circumstances
did St, George commence his journey.
j. hus earnestly was Louis XIV working
for him when Sir John Dalrymple, who
was now Earl of Stair, appeared at the
court of France. He had been sent as
an ambassador and unbounded was his
influence over the King. So powerful
it was that lie soon forced Louis to change
his intentions towards the young King,
and no longer dared he give his aid
where he wished. Why was this? Ah!
Bir Jo)in, or rather Lord Stair, was a
heartless unscrupulous villian, and the
King of France was forced, as the King
ol England had been, to sacrifice his
friends to escape the hand of an enemy.
And the Lord of Stair remained in
France as a spy, nothing escaped him; he
made it the aim of his life to thwart every
plan formed by the adherents of the
Stuarts, and to him it is mainly owing
that success did not attend their effort's.
Faithfully did de Yere cling to the
fortunes of the young King, and at last
leaving him in Normandy disguised in
the habit of a mariner, he took his own
way to Scotland believing that he could
better serve his interests there. And
now another misfortune befell the young
prince. Louis died, and his successor
while pretending friendship, was a secret
enemy.
► John Erskine, the celebrated Earl of
Mar, was the leader of the rebellion in
Scotland and to his estates of Braemar
on the banks of the Dee did the Count
de Yere make his way. Most warmly
welcomed by the Earl was he, bearing
as he did letters from Louis of France,
and the young Chevalier.
“Most welcome my lord !” cried Mar,
“we have eagerly looked toward France
for succor, and in this letter King Louis,
may Heaven rest his soul, tells us that
in the person of the Count de Yere, he
gives us an invaluable treasure.”
“His majesty is most gracious,” said
de Yere bowing low, “and I hope t* make
his promises good.”
“No fear of it, no fear of it,” ex
claimed Mar heartily, “and we will
succeed, we must ! You are a stranger
here my lord, I must have you meet
some of our nobles. We have called a
meeting of our chiefs and men of rank.
The assembly will be made under pretext
of a grand hunting match, and conducted
as is usual with us here, it will be a
most favorable opportunity for us to form
our plans.”
“I will attend you with pleasure,” re
plied de V ere; “do you know the names
of many of the chiefs who are pledged to
our cause ?”
‘f ! yes, there is the Marquis of
Iluntly, the Laris of Derwentwater,
N ithedale, S u rrey—
“Surrey !” echoed de Yere.
y “Yes, Marmaduke Sutherland, first
Karl of Surrey, and his brother Sir
Arthur Sutherland, two of our bravest
and best. 1 lave you ever heard of them?”
“Heard ol them ! yes I have heard of
them, but these are Englishmen are they
not ?” said de Vere inquiringly.
/‘Yes, the Earl of Surrey married the
widow ol Mac Donald of Glencoe, and
they are now living in the* Glen, Sir
Arthifr is with them.”
“And is that all of the family of
Sutherland C asked de Vere anxiously.
“No, there are others; but you seem
interested in these people my lord !” said
Mar.
“I am, I am answered the Count, “I
have hear'] of them before, 1 would
know more.”
“The Earl of Surrey has one son, a
youth of sixteen, and a neice the daugh
ter of the Earl of Sutherland, his
brother.”
“And the Earl of Sutherland ! Is he
not with us in this enterprise ?” cried de
Yere eagerly.
Not with ns my r lord, no, bo is nearer
a heavenly crown than an earthly one.
The Earl of Sutherland is not able to
join us, but his son, Lord Raymond, as
brave and handsome a young man as ever
lived has drawn his sword in our cause.
Rut what is the matter Count, vou seem
agitated !”
“No matter, I am interested, go on
my lord, tell me more ot these Suther
lands. Is the wife of the Earl living,
where is she, who is with her ?”
“1 believe the Countess is living, they
are at the family residence somewhere
near London, I don’t know who is with
her, her son and daughter are witli the
Countess of Surrey.”
“And arc there no more of the name?”
asked de V eie with a sharp quiver in his
voice.
“Those'are all, I believe, yet no, there
are two or three brothers I believe, and
the sister-in-law of the Earl, the Coun
tess ot Clare. But surely you are not
well Count !” lam fatigued,’’ answered
de Yore turning away, “and 1 would re
quest you to give me a place of rest.”
“Pardon me, 1 have been lacking in
courtesy, but like yourself, I am interest
ed in these lords of Sutherland, and
forgot myself.’ 7
“One word more,” said de Vere as
they were going out, “where is this Sis
ter, Countess of Clare T believe you called
her.”
“I cannot tell, 1 have not the least
idea of her whereabouts.”
1 he door closed behind them.
CHAPTER VI.
The wide spread fame of the forests of
Braemar induced many of the lords, who
as yet knew nothing of the object for
which they met, to attend promptly on
the appointed day, to seek the pleasures
of the chase. A right goodly sight were
they, all, even the. Lowland lords, clad
in the Highland costume, and most of
them armed with the rude weapons of
the period.
Cpon a magnificent black horse sat the
Earl of Mar, near his side the Count de
Vere, and around him many noble lords
waiting for his first words.
“Gentlemen, and my lords;” said Mar
uncovering his head, “ye who know the
object of our meeting to-dav need no ex
planation, to yo who know it not I will
say that we are determined to set up the
standard el our lawful sovereign, King
James 111, and summon around it all
brave and loyal hearts. I for one hazard
all, life and fortune, in the cause, and do
invite ye all who hear me to join me.
Who is the Prince of Hanover ? A vile
usurper, an intruder ! who will enslave
us if we do not rise boldly m defence of
our rights and onr King ! Our Xing is
on his way to join us. Beats there iu a
Scottish breast a heart vile enough to
betray him ?” *
“No! no!” cried a youthful voice,
clear as crystal bells, “or if there due*
show me the form that hides it from our
eyes !”
“I believe you Lord Raymond, there
are none so vile,” answered the Earl.
“Who is that youth ?” asked the Count
with interest.
“Lord Raymond Sutherland,” an
swered Mar, beckoning the young- man
to approach.
“Lord Raymond, this is the Count de
A ere, a special messenger from our
young King, the Chevalier de St. George
as he is called.”
Lord Raymond bowed low over the
hand extended most cordially by de
Acre.
“1 am honored my Lord Count," said
he in musical tones, “I have been rega id
rag you most earnestly for nearly an
hour.”
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