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~j§jj '■ VOL. I. 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.” 3STo. 48.