Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
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Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
"How happy could I be with thee,
My bonnie brown-eyed maid!
In thy loveliness and beauty,
With innocence array'd.
"_Se cainnt do bheoil bu bhinne leam,
'Nuair bhiodh mintinn trom;
'Stu thogadh suas mo chridhe
'Nuair bhiodh tu bruidhiun reum._"
"Thy voice to me was music
When my poor heart was sad;
With thee, how fled the fleet hours,
Conversing in the shade!
Breakfast being over, we took our swords and bonnets, and sallied
forth to the sunny Platz, where the regiment was parading under the
colours to commence the course of drill, and training to march and
countermarch by files, sections, and companies. As to the handling
of arms, our clansmen had known that since their childhood; for they
were all men of that glorious old race, whose first food in infancy
was received from the point of their father's sword; and who were
reared like the Spartans of old by their Highland mothers, whose
prayers were ever, that their warlike sons might have the grace to
die--not on their beds like sloths or hounds--but on the field of
battle, with their shields below and their plaids above them. Thus
were the Scottish clansmen reared in arms, and trained to war and
daring; and hence we cannot wonder, at finding the Highland brigades
of Christian IV., and of Gustavus Adolphus, the terror of the Poles,
the Muscovites, and the Imperialists.
"Now, cousin Philip," said Ian, as we descended the great staircase
of the mansion; "show us the bower of your invisible countess."
Undeterred by their jesting, I examined all the doors of the empty
flats below our billet; but found no trace of the one I looked for.
Every chamber appeared to have been long deserted; the walls were
damp; the dust lay on the floors; there was rust on the andirons and
grates, and spiders had spun their webs across the small thick panes
of the windows. Though completely silenced by the disappearance of
the chamber, and by the consequent jests, laughter, and disbelief of
my friends, I was not the less convinced that there lurked some
strange mystery in the lady's concealment, and the Hausmeister's
connivance thereat.
This mystery I secretly resolved to probe and unravel. It was
doubtless a very impertinent determination; but there was less beard
then on my chin than now, besides I was very heedless and rash.
I applied my powers of persuasion to the old housekeeper; but she was
deaf as a cannon, shook her paralytic head, determined not to
understand me, and pouched with true German avidity a gold Scottish
noble, or a twelve shilling piece, which I gave her in mistake for a
dog-dollar.
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