« AnteriorContinuar »
-------- - - - -
AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE,
SOME OF THE PUBLIC EveNTs, AND DOMEST-3 AND
sold by E. DUyeKINCE, collins AND HANNAY, collins AND co., G. AND c
Holmes;-PHILADELPHIA, CAREY, LEA, AND CAREY. AND JOHN GRIgg:-
THE DEATH OF A NOBLE SOLDIER,
—Tell me, How have you pass'd the time you wanted victuals! *—Very hardly. DAvenport's KING John AND MATILDA.
The illustrious warriors who found themselves wasting by some lingering illness, were not always content barely to excuse their fate: they often availed themselves of the few moments that were yet remaining, to shake off life by a way more violent or glorious.-But if none of these reliefs were afforded, and especially when Christianity had banished these cruel practices, the heroes consoled themselves at least by putting on complete armour as soon as they found their end approaching; thus making, as it were, a solemn protest against the kind of death to which they were forced involuntarily to submit. MALLET’s NorthERN ANTIQUITIES.
WHEN that I had thus re-entered the cell, I saw none of the foes which my troubled fancy had looked for in that place, the Wiscount being there alone, and seated on the very same spot whereon
I had last seen him; but although I looked anx-
brought with him such healing medicines from the good Chirurgeon as shall work a speedy cure upon your fainting frame.” “Nay, good Richard,” answered the Viscount, full sadly smiling and speaking in a low voice, “that may not be 3–thy kind ministration cometh all too late, since I wot that physic is but for the quick, and I do already deem myself as one of the dead Î" I heard him with much sadness, though with little amaze after having beheld him, yet, being willing to support his hopes, I replied, “not so, my noble Lord, since I can well trust that there yet remain for you many years of life and honour.” “I pray God, Plantagenet,” returned he, “that thine own hopes, whatever they be, may have better foundation and fulfilment, than they ever can which thy kindly spirit now breathes for one on whom the cold grasp of death is already laid, and whose last hour is close at hand.” “Oh! say not so, mine honoured Lord,” replied I, bending over him and taking his thin wasted hand, whereon were hanging the clammy dews of death, “say not so, since I have brought with me certain most potent and reviving cordials, compounded by your approved and faithful Chirurgeon, which shall full quickly bring you back unto life.” “Alas!” responded he, faintly, “the physician's skill cometh all too late; since I may now say with holy Job, “spiritus meus attenuabitur, dies mihi breviabuntur, et solum mihi superest sepulchrum : my breath onio, my days are 2