Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 14
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 14
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
this, at the Hague, a merchant, and wealthy. You were too young
to remember any of these events, and I was as familiar in your
sight as your sainted mother. If you apply to the Prince of
Orange, should your father be dead, he will be your friend for
his sake.
"ELIZABETH B----."
The next paper was a letter in a neat female hand, which had evidently
been blotted by the tears either of the writer or the reader; for it was
blistered in many places, and the ink effaced:--
"MY LOVING ELIZABETH,--Pity me, for my heart is broken. I am
weighed down by many sorrows, and have no one to whom I can
relieve this bursting heart but you. Alas! the illusions of
love are gone. I am now the aversion of my lord. I fear his
love for me is fled for ever, in spite of all my endeavours to
please him. At the birth of my beauteous babe, he left the
castle in displeasure. Unfeeling Charles! when I expected
rapture in his eye at the sight of his child, he turned from it
as if he loathed it, because it was not a boy. For eighteen
months he has been in London, at the court, and returned only a
few weeks since. Alas! how his manner is changed! I am treated
with harshness and scorn. The only consolation I have now left
he threatens to deprive me of, and send her, young as she is,
to a nunnery in France, and make her profess. I have been on my
knees again and again to my cruel lord, to allow me to be her
companion. This he sternly refuses. Oh, teach me, my dear
Eliza, how I may soften his obdurate heart! for, cruel as he
is, I love him still, and would die a thousand deaths rather
than offend him. Had I never loved him so sincerely, I never
had been so miserable. Holy Virgin, be my aid! and all the
saints befriend me! I know it is not because I am an unworthy
daughter of the universal church that he now has ceased to love
me; for he knew I was so before we wed. He, alas! cares for
nothing holy; and, in his conversation, even favours the church
of my faith. Again, I implore, advise and pity me, your poor
and heart-broken
"LOUISA B----."
The only other paper was also a letter in the same hand, as follows:--
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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