The Heroine. Barrett Eaton Stannard

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      I then hastened into the London road, and pressed forward with a hurried step, while a violent tempest beat full against my face. Being in such distress, I thought it incumbent on me to compose a sonnet; which I copy for you.

SONNET

      Bereft by wretches of endearing home,

      And all the joys of parent and of friend,

      Unsheltered midst the shattering storm I roam,

      On mangled feet, and soon my life must end.

      So the young lark, whom sire and mother tend,

      Some fowler robs of sire and mother dear.

      All day dejected in its nest it lies;

      No food, no song, no sheltering pinion near.

      Night comes instead, and tempests round it rise,

      At morn, with gasping beak, and upward breast: it dies.

      Four long and toilsome miles had I now walked with a dignified air; till, finding myself fatigued, and despairing of an interview with Stuart, I resolved to rest awhile, in the lone and uninhabited house which lies, you may recollect, on the grey common, about a hundred paces from the road. Besides, I was in duty bound to explore it, as a ruined pile.

      I approached it. The wind moaned through the broken windows, and the rank grass rustled in the court. I entered. All was dark within; the boards creaked as I trod, the shutters flapped, and an ominous owl was hooting in the chimney. I groped my way along the hall, thence into a parlour – up stairs and down – not a horror to be found. No dead hand met my left hand, firmly grasping it, and drawing me forcibly forward; no huge eye-ball glared at me through a crevice. How disheartening!

      The cold was now creeping through me; my teeth chattered, and my whole frame shook. I had seated myself on the stairs, and was weeping piteously, wishing myself safe at home, and in bed; and deploring the dire necessity which had compelled me to this frightful undertaking, when on a sudden I heard the sound of approaching steps. I sprang upon my feet with renovated spirits. Presently several persons entered the hall, and a vulgar accent cried:

      'Jem, run down to the cellar and strike a light.'

      'What can you want of me, now that you have robbed me?' said the voice of a gentleman.

      'Why, young man,' answered a ruffian, 'we want you to write home for a hundred pounds, or some such trifle, which we will have the honour of spending for you. You must manufacture some confounded good lie about where you are, and why you send for the money; and one of us will carry the letter.'

      'I assure you,' said the youth, 'I shall forge no such falsehood.'

      'As you please, master,' replied the ruffian, 'but, the money or your life we must have, and that soon.'

      'Will you trust my solemn promise to send you a hundred pounds?' said the other. 'My name is Stuart: I am on my way to Mr. Wilkinson, of Sylvan Lodge, so you may depend upon my sending you, by his assistance, the sum that you require, and I will promise not to betray you.'

      'No, curse me if I trust,' cried the robber.

      'Then curse me if I write,' said Stuart.

      'Look you, Squire,' cried the robber. 'We cannot stand parlying with you now; we have other matters on hands. But we will lock you safe in the cellar, with pen, ink, and paper, and a lantern; and if you have not a fine bouncing lie of a letter, ready written when we come back, you are a dead man – that is all.'

      'I am almost a dead man already,' said Stuart, 'for the cut you gave me is bleeding torrents.'

      They now carried him down to the cellar, and remained there a few minutes, then returned, and locked the door outside.

      'Leave the key in it,' says one, 'for we do not know which of us may come back first.' They then went away.

      Now was the fate of my bitter enemy, the wily, the wicked Stuart, in my power; I could either liberate him, or leave him to perish. It struck me, that to miss such a promising interview, would be stupid in the extreme; and I felt a sort of glow at the idea of saying to him, live! besides, the fellow had answered the robbers with some spirit, so I descended the steps, unlocked the door, and bursting into the cellar, stood in an unparalleled attitude before him. He was sitting on the ground, and fastening a handkerchief about his wounded leg, but at my entrance, he sprang upon his feet.

      'Away, save thyself!' cried I. 'She who restores thee to freedom flies herself from captivity. Look on these features – Thou wouldest have wrung them with despair. Look on this form – Thou wouldest have prest it in depravity. Hence, unhappy sinner, and learn, that innocence is ever victorious and ever merciful.'

      'I am all amazement!' exclaimed he. 'Who are you? Whence come you? Why speak so angrily, yet act so kindly?'

      I smiled disdain, and turned to depart.

      'One moment more,' cried he. 'Here is some mistake; for I never even saw you before.'

      'Often!' exclaimed I, and was again going.

      'So you will leave me, my sweet girl,' said he, smiling. 'Now you have all this time prevented me from binding my wound, and you owe me some compensation for loss of blood.'

      I paused.

      'I would ask you to assist me,' continued he, 'but in binding one wound, I fear you would inflict another.'

      Mere curiosity made me return two steps.

      'I think, however, there would be healing in the touch of so fair a hand,' and he took mine as he spoke.

      At this moment, my humanity conquered my reserve, and kneeling down, I began to fasten the bandage; but resolved on not uttering another word.

      'What kindness!' cried he. 'And pray to whom am I indebted for it?'

      No reply.

      'At least, may I learn whether I can, in any manner, repay it?'

      No reply.

      'You said, I think, that you had just escaped from confinement?'

      No reply.

      'You will stain your beautiful locks,' said he: 'my blood should flow to defend, but shall not flow to disfigure them. Permit me to collect those charming tresses.'

      'Oh! dear, thank you, Sir!' stammered I.

      'And thank you, ten thousand times,' said he, as I finished my disagreeable task; 'and now never will I quit you till I see you safe to your friends.'

      'You!' exclaimed I. 'Ah, traitor!'

      He gazed at me with a look of pity. 'Farewell then, my kind preserver,' said he; ''tis a long way to the next habitation, and should my wound open afresh and should I faint from loss of blood – '

      'Dear me,' said I, 'let me assist you.'

      He smiled. 'We will assist each other,' answered he; 'and now let us not lose a moment, for the robbers may return.'

      He took the lantern to search the cellar for his watch and money. However, we saw nothing there but a couple of portmanteaus, some rusty pistols, and a small barrel, half full of gunpowder. We then left the house; but had hardly proceeded twenty yards, when he began to totter.

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