Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844Various
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Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
Nor were her hopes in the end disappointed; for, early one morning, as
she was finishing her accustomed nightly wanderings round the black
and desolate pile, her attention was aroused, about the time of dawn,
by the clattering of a chip of a tile from the battlements, which fell
close to her feet. She immediately looked for the falling object; her
quick hopes immediately surmising it to be some signal from the one
she sought. Nor was she disappointed; the tile had been scratched upon
by a nail, and on it were inscribed the names of Albert and Victoria.
In a moment of rapture, she pressed the tablet to her heart, fell on
her knees, and offered her thanks to Heaven. She then turned her eyes
toward the lofty towers, and again small fragments of stone were made
to descend from a small grating about half way towards the top. “Here
then,” she ejaculated, “here is the cell of my beloved husband.” She
was confirmed in her thoughts, by perceiving the delicate hand of
Albert thrust through the narrow aperture of the bars; and the sight of
it so affected her that she fell down in a swoon, overcome with hope
and love and joy.
When she recovered, she made the best of her way to her dwelling in
the city, and immediately began to concert measures for her husband’s
escape. But when she considered the height and thickness of the walls,
the vigilance of the guards, the jealousy of the priesthood, the
suspicions of her neighbors, and the espionage of the minions of the
Inquisition, she almost despaired. Yet, as she fervently trusted in
Heaven for aid, she determined to use every effort to accomplish her
object, and sat down at once to consider the best means of doing so.
The first difficulty that presented itself was that of establishing
communication between herself and the prisoner. This the quickness
of her mind immediately overcame; or at least fancied it could. She
thought that by raising a small paper kite by the side of the tower,
its string might be easily made to pass over the grated aperture of
the dungeon. But how was the prisoner to be made acquainted with the
operation, which must necessarily be made in darkness, and at a time of
night, when people are usually in a deep slumber?
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