Behold!

What blessings ancient prophesie foretold,

Bestow'd on her in death. She past away

So sweetly from the world, as if her clay

Laid onely downe to slumber. Then forbeare

To let on her blest ashes fall a teare.

But, if th'art too much woman, softly weepe

Lest grief disturbe the silence of her sleepe.

HABINGTON

Barbara, the young, the beautiful, the innocent Barbara, fell, as the

bullet struck her, upon the arm of the imbecile Sir Robert Cecil. It is

impossible adequately to describe the scene that followed. Constantia

caught the maiden from her father, who shrank at the sight of blood, and

drew himself gradually away, like a terrified child from a frightful

object, while his daughter, kneeling, supported the stricken girl upon

her bosom. After the deed was done, the Jewess stood for a moment with

an air of exultation upon the ledge of the oriel window, and then

disappeared; but Sir Willmott, who saw that the time was come when, if

ever, his prey was to be secured, rushed to the open door, with a view

to seize her as she descended, and at once rid himself of all danger by

her destruction. At the instant his evil purpose was about to be

accomplished, his course was arrested, as he reached the postern, by a

powerful arm, which grappled at his throat. The stentorian voice of

Dalton shouted "Villain!" so loudly, that many, who had crowded round

the dying Barbara, turned in alarm to ascertain who spoke.

"Hinder me not," said Sir Willmott, gasping for breath, "but help me to

secure the murderer--the girl is slain!"

"God of Heaven!--what girl?--Who was it fired?" exclaimed the

Skipper.--"What means this?" he continued, relaxing his grasp, and

advancing up the chancel with a beating heart and a rapid step. Burrell

took advantage of the momentary reprieve, and was hastily proceeding

round to the window, when the tramp of many horses came upon his ear.

The steel caps and polished blades of a detachment of Cromwell's own

Ironsides glittered amid the ruins and trees that surrounded the chapel,

and his progress was again stayed by no other than Colonel John Jones.

"Sir Willmott Burrell," said the Puritan soldier, in a slow and

deliberate tone, "his Highness commands your immediate presence at the

house of Hampton, profanely denominated Hampton Court; and I have his

Highness's commands also to prevent the taking place of any union

between you and Mistress Constantia Cecil."

"It has taken place," interrupted Burrell, turning pale, and trembling.




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