John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. II.Cumberland, Richard
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John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. II.
Cumberland, Richard
Wales, North -- Fiction
She appeared, he replied, in loveliness of person, mind and manners to
merit their description, who report her to you as an angelic girl. My
plea for visiting her was to deliver into her hands the wedding ring,
worn by her mother, and sent to her by her father in the care of the
poor soldier, his servant, who on his death-bed entrusted it to me. In
the execution of this delicate commission I was so dazzled, and my
senses were so engrossed by the appearance of an object, beautiful and
impressive beyond my expectations, that the abrupt and awkward manner,
in which I introduced my business, occasioned a surprise on her part,
which for a time overthrew her spirits and deprived me of her company.
In the mean time whilst I was contemplating her father’s portrait, which
hung opposite to me, and in a kind of rhapsody, that I could not
controul, pledging my protection to his lovely daughter, behold, she
stood beside me; and before I could recollect myself I had clasped her
in my arms. Shocked at myself for an action so audacious, I fled out of
the house, and by a note to Mrs. Jennings endeavoured to apologize and
asked forgiveness: it was granted to me on the part of Amelia, but Mrs.
Jennings by her answer to my note imposed upon me the severe condition
of forbearing to intrude upon her charge in the like manner any more.
This I have hitherto obeyed; how then shall I fulfil your orders, and
present this relic to Amelia?
You must write to Mrs. Jennings, state what your commission is, and ask
leave to wait upon her charge. When you have done this, shew me your
letter, and, if I am able, I will add a postscript. Now, my dear son,
beloved of my heart, farewel! my feeble spirits can no longer bear the
agitation this discourse has caused. I am not used to joy; it overcomes
me--send assistance to me!
CHAPTER V.
_Preparations for celebrating the Assembly of the Minstrels at Kray
Castle._
The day was now come, when the assembly of the minstrels was to be
celebrated at Kray Castle. Every body was alert: the great hall showed
like an arsenal, hung round with trophies of armour, and decorated with
the banners of the family, upon which the emblem of the winged harp held
its station paramount.
The natives, whether inhabitants of mountain or of vale, flocked from
all parts to the spectacle. No minstrel, who had any ambition to
distinguish himself, neglected the invitation. The domestics of the
castle were arrayed in their gala liveries of orange-tawney, new for the
occasion. All hands were busy in the kitchen, which was of conventual
size, and the savory steam ascended to the vaulted roof in clouds of
stomach-stirring odour. The cellar, though provided with a double tier
of potent ordnance, was formidably menaced by the numbers of the
assailants. Cecilia, the moving spring of all operations, had taken her
measures so providently, and given out her orders with such precision,
that all things went on in their respective departments with consummate
regularity.
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