Contact herb westner or Kathy Gibson at the Cache Trading post in Cache [more]... ~Ed Adams
regarding Okie's story
from Vol. 8 Iss. 34
Let me clarify that statement I made about Harry Potter premier NOT being on our agenda [more]... ~NW Okie
regarding Okie's story
from Vol. 9 Iss. 27
Duchess of Weaselskin
Bayfield, CO - After midnight last night it started with a dusting of snow around the San Juans mountains in the southwest corner of Colorado. By Monday morning we had accumulated 4-3/4 inches of that dry, snow . . . snowing like that most of the day into early evening. They were predicting at least 6 inches for our area on Weatherbug.
Last week we were accused of living on the edge by sending our OkieLegacy Ezine out at a minute or so before midnight, Central Standard Time. If that is living on edge, then . . . laughing out loud . . . I guess we were living on the edge, but according to Mountain Time is was only one minute before eleven p.m.
It is also a holiday with the celebration of Martin Luther King Jr. Day! What does it mean to you? This federal holiday honoring the non-violent civil rights leader is observed on the 3rd Monday in January. It took a petition of six million names submitted to Congress after it was stalled in congress, where it was first introduced as legislation for a commemorative holiday four days after King was assassinated in 1968.
Congress John Conyers, Democrat from Michigan introduced this legislation along with Rep. Shirley Chisholm, Democrat of New York, resubmitted King holiday legislation each subsequent legislative session. Public pressure for the holiday mounted during the 1982 and 1983 civil rights marches in Washington.
Congress finally passed the holiday legislation in 1983, which was then signed into law by President Ronald Reagan. Many states resisted celebrating the holiday. Opponents said King did not deserve his own holiday, contending that the entire civil rights movement rather than one individual, should be honored. Arizona approved the holiday in 1992 after a tourist boycott. New Hampshire changed the name of Civil Rights Day to Martin Luther King, Jr., Day. Illinois was the first state to adopt MLK Day as a state holiday in 1973.
It was Martin Luther King's non-violent movement against segregation and injustice in the American south that owes much to King's visionary and inspirational eloquence. While jailed for leading anti-segregation protests in Birmingham, King wrote a letter arguing that individuals have the moral duty to disobey unjust laws.
The march of 28 August 1963, on Washington took place in Washington, DC, and was attended by 250,000 people. King's speech at the march remains one of the most famous speeches in American history. King started with prepared remarks but then departed from his script, shifting into the "I have a dream" theme he'd used on prior occasions, speaking of an America where his children "will not be judged by the color of their using but by the content of their character." He followed this with an exhortation to "let freedom ring" across the nation, and concluded with:
"I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal. I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today."
This is also this Duchess' dream and what Martin Luther King,Jr., Day means to me!
America - On Jan. 16, 1991, the White House announced the start of Operation Desert Storm to drive Iraqi forces out of Kuwait. Go To Article.
On 16 january 1908, Ethel Merman, the musical comedy star whose belting voice and brassy style entertained Broadway and movie audiences fro 50 years, was born. Following her death on 15 February 1984, her obituary appeared in The Times. Go to Obituary
1547 - Ivan the Terrible was crowned Czar of Russia.
1920 - Prohibition began as the 18th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution took effect.
1942 - Actress Carole Lombard, 33, died in a plane crash near Las Vegas.
1944 - Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower took command of the Allied invasion force in London.
1964 - The musical "Hello, Dolly!" starring Carol Channing opened on Broadway, beginning a run of 2,844 performances.
1969 - Two manned Soviet Soyuz spaceships became the first vehicles to dock in space and transfer personnel.
1973 - The final first-run episode of the long-running western "Bonanza" aired on NBC.
1989 - Three days of rioting erupted in Miami when a police officer fatally shot a black motorcyclist, causing a crash that also claimed the life of a passenger.
1992 - The government of El Salvador and rebel leaders signed a pact in Mexico City ending 12 years of civil war that had killed at least 75,000 people.
2003 - The space shuttle Columbia and its crew of seven blasted off from Cape Canaveral. (The shuttle broke up during its return descent on Feb. 1, killing everyone on board.)
Bayfield, CO - I was browsing the web a few days ago and found some interesting facts about the ghosts of the County Line BBQ, in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I had eaten great BBQ there a few times in my life and loved everything about the food and the restaurant, but never experienced any ghostly hauntings that I knew about.
You know those private rooms that flanked both sides of the main dining area? What is not well-known is that the tables sit above trap doors that lead to an area beneath the building during prohibition for quick getaways for some.
Have you heard about the ghost, Russell, who frequented the establishment and was typically found on the prowl of a new lovely lady to cuddle up to? One evening, Russell's luck ran out when he picked the wrong lady to solicit and he was shot dead in front of the fireplace. Russell is believed to still haunt the place, has never left. There are paranormal research teams in the area that have gathered evidence to suggest that Russell is still there.
In the 1930's Gangster and mobs were known to frequent the County Line BBQ when the city had a colorful history full of booze, gambling, prostitution and murder. It even dates further to the wild west where it was known to be a popular brothel frequented by lonely cowboys. Read More about the County Line BBQ Hauntings.
I just finished reading Volume I and Volume II of THe History of Eliza Warwick, and found it to be a sad story of love, family grief and non-acknowledgement for an orphan daughter of General Harry and Lady Eliza Warwick.
I will not give away the ending, but will try to portray the scenes through the next few weeks of "The OkieLegacy Ezine" the best that I can. Although, I have found no resemblance to any of my Warwick ancestors, I have gleaned a view of what life was like back in the 1700's in England. I still believe this story would make a great Masterpiece Theater drama.
On to another subject, though, Jim Barker reminds us of the "Lincoln Bust" queries in our recent edition of the OkieLegacy, Vol. 9, Iss. 4, 27 January 2007. It concerned the Frank Ingels sculptor and creator of the bust he created in 1914. Frank donated it during the Spring commencement of the 1915 graduating class at Northwestern State Normal, when his brother Roland Ingels graduated.
The unveiling was done by President Grant B. Grumbine as part of the program for the commencement exercises the Spring of 1915. There is a bronze tablet attached tot he base that list all the names of the members of the class of 1915.
Did you know that the class of 1915 was the first at Northwestern to graduate wearing caps and gowns?
Jim Barker shared this image that has appeared in the Alva Review Courier from time to time over the years and read essentially the same:
Delivering a silent message to the exertions of Rangers passing by.
Lincoln memorial and Sculptor - "It was the Class of '15 that placed on the campus the shaft erected to Honest Abe. This in itself would perhaps carry no great weight to you but when you are told that the bust was made by a Northwestern student, you feel akin to greatness and swell up your chest.
"The bust donated to the Class of '15 by Frank Ingles was his token to Alma Mater thru his brother Roland a member of the class. The bust came from the studio of Lorado Taft, out to the plains of Oklahoma, to our very campus. Here it stands thru the white heat of the summer noonday, thru the chill of the winter winds, staunch, unflinching, a benefactor to all who heed."
Let us leave you with these lessons and thoughts on Democracy from Woody Guthrie, who is to soon have a museum in Tulsa devoted to his work back in the 1930's.
America - The Washington Times, dated Tuesday evening, 16 January 1912, reported that a Denver Editor claims that clerks are being coerced, as charges are made against officials of postoffice department, and the Denver Editor comes before the House Committee on Reform in Civil Service.
Urban A. Walters, editor of the Denver harpoon, appeared before the House committee on Reform in the Civil Service, charging the illegal expenditure of more than $1-million in post office department funds. The committee resumed hearings on the Lloyd bill providing that government employees shall not be subject to dismissal because of affiliation with labor unions.
Mr. Walters based his charges against the postmaster General and Second Assistant Postmaster General Stewart on the theory that the department had paid large sums to railroad companies under the law compelling the installation of sanitary and safety devices, but that some of the railroads had failed to observe the law's requirements.
It goes on to state, "Coercion Is Alleged - Many employees, charged Mr. Walters, had been coerced by the department officials into signing misleading reports regarding the condition of their cars. This condition he laid upon the executive orders of both President Taft and former President Roosevelt denying such employees the right of direct appeal to Congress."
Congressman pouty, after hearing Mr. Walters' charges, declared that he believed they should be made the subject of a searching investigation, and suggested that the appointment of a special committee be sought to go into the matter or that the affair be taken up with the Committee on Expenditures in the Post office department.
Victor Berger, the Socialist member, was at the committee meeting, and in a statement to the committee attacked the operation of the executive orders as unconstitutional. John Shirley, president of the Illinois Steel Car Wheel Company, also appeared before the committee and declared that he had charges similar to those of the editor of the Harpoon to make.
The gist of Mr. Walters' charge was put before the committee when he said, "I charge that postmaster General Hitchcock and his assistant, Joseph Stewart, have unlawfully and illegally paid to various railroad companies, since the act of March 12, 1910, went into effect, and also under the act of March 4, 1911, $1,000,000 for services and facilities, specifically required by said acts, which services and facilities have never been performed. I share that the failure to supply such facilities; sanitary and safety, have worked a great hardship on the men working in the railway mail service. The railway mail service employes, also have been intimidated by official orders, posted on order books, and have been ordered to certify to the untruth that these facilities were being supplied.
"The postmaster General and his assistants have compelled their subordinates to certify that services have been received from railroads, when as a matter of fact, they have not been made. Employes have been intimidated by orders issued by the department into certifying, under threat of discharge, that the cars were safe and sound. I have the original copies of such orders issued by the department.
"The postmaster general connote be logically expected to all the attention of Congress or the public to the shortcomings of his own department. Frank H. Hitchcock and Joseph Stewart and the other officials of the department have not been held responsible by congress for the multitudinous sins of their regime. They have unlawfully, illegally, and flagrantly violated the trust placed upon them by Congress."
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Native Americans - An Arapaho Tale
America - Have you ever heard of the Arapho tale of the "Girl who climbed to the sky?"
One morning several young women went out from their tepee village to gather firewood. Among them was Sapana, the most beautiful girl in the village, and it was she who first saw the porcupine sitting at the foot of a tall cottonwood tree. She called to the others: "Help me to catch this porcupine, and I will divide its quills among you."
The porcupine started climbing the cottonwood, but the tree's limbs were close to the ground and Sapana easily followed. "Hurry," she cried. "It is climbing up. We must have its quills to embroider our moccasins." She tried to strike the porcupine with a stick, but the animal climbed just out of her reach.
"I want those quills," Sapana said. "If necessary I will follow this porcupine to the top of the tree." But every time that the girl climbed up, the porcupine kept ahead of her.
"Sapana, you are too high up," one of her friends called from the ground. "You should come back down."
But the girl kept climbing, and it seemed to her that the tree kept extending itself toward the sky. When she neared the top of the cottonwood, she saw something above her, solid like a wall, but shining. It was the sky. Suddenly she found herself in the midst of a camp circle. The treetop had vanished, and the porcupine had transformed himself into an ugly old man.
Sapana did not like the looks of the porcupine-man, but he spoke kindly to her and led her to a tepee where his father and mother lived. "I have watched you from afar," he told her. "You are not only beautiful but industrious. We must work very hard here, and I want you to become my wife."
The porcupine-man put her to work that very day, scraping and stretching buffalo hides and making robes. When evening came, the girl went outside the tepee and sat by herself wondering how she was ever to get back home. Everything in the sky world was brown and grey, and she missed the green trees and green grass of earth.
Each day the porcupine-man went out to hunt, bringing back buffalo hides for Sapana to work on, and in the morning while he was away it was her duty to go and dig for wild turnips. "When you dig for roots," the porcupine-man warned her, "take care not to dig too deep."
One morning she found an unusually large turnip. With great difficulty she managed to pry it loose with her digging stick, and when she pulled it up she was surprised to find that it left a hole through which she could look down upon the green earth. Far below she saw rivers, mountains, circles of tepees, and people walking about.
Sapana knew now why the porcupine-man had warned her not to dig too deep. As she did not want him to know that she had found the hole in the sky, she carefully replaced the turnip. On the way back to the tepee she thought of a plan to get down to the earth again. Almost every day the porcupine-man brought buffalo hides for her to scrape and soften and make into robes. In making the robes there were always strips of sinew left over, and she kept these strips concealed beneath her bed.
At last Sapana believed that she had enough sinew strips to make a lariat long enough to reach the earth. One morning after the porcupine-man went out to hunt, she tied all the strips together and returned to the place where she had found the large turnip. She lifted it out and dug the hole wider so that her body would go through. She laid her digging stick across the opening and tied one end of the sinew rope to the middle of it. Then she tied the other end of the rope about herself under her arms. Slowly she began lowering herself by uncoiling the lariat. A long time passed before she was far enough down to be able to see the tops of the trees clearly, and then she came to the end of the lariat. She had not made it long enough to reach the ground. She did not know what to do.
She hung there for a long time, swinging back and forth above the trees. Faintly in the distance she could hear dogs barking and voices calling in her tepee village, but the people were too far away to see her. After a while she heard sounds from above. The lariat began to shake violently. A stone hurtled down from the sky, barely missing her, and then she heard the porcupine-man threatening to kill her if she did not climb back up the lariat. Another stone whizzed by her ear.
About this time Buzzard began circling around below her. "Come and help me," she called to Buzzard. The bird glided under her feet several times, and Sapana told him all that had happened to her. "Get on my back," Buzzard said, "and I will take you down to earth."
She stepped on to the bird's back. "Are you ready?" Buzzard asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Let go of the lariat," Buzzard ordered. He began descending, but the girl was too heavy for him, and he began gliding earthward too fast. He saw Hawk flying below him. "Hawk," he called, "help me take this girl back to her people."
Hawk flew with Sapana on his back until she could see the tepee of her family clearly below. But then Hawk began to tire, and Buzzard had to take the girl on his back again. Buzzard flew on, dropping quickly through the trees and landing just outside the girl's village. Before she could thank him, Buzzard flew back into the sky.
Sapana rested for a while and then began walking very slowly to her parents' tepee. She was weak and exhausted. On the way she saw a girl coming toward her. "Sapana!" the girl cried. "We thought you were dead." The girl helped her walk on to the tepee. At first her mother did not believe that this was her own daughter returned from the sky. Then she threw her arms about her and wept.
The news of Sapana's return spread quickly through the village, and everyone came to welcome her home. She told them her story, especially of the kindness shown her by Buzzard and Hawk.
Highland County, Virginia - While the Indians Were Here -- In 1727 there was a portion of Virginia lying west of the blue Ridge and was uninhabited. In the lower valley of the South Branch was a clan of the Shawnees, about 150 strong. Highland was once only a hunting ground of the Shawnees. The whole Shawnee tribe which committed so much havoc between 1754 and 1815, counted only a thousand souls.
In what is now Berkeley County were a few of the Tuscaroras. The weak tribe of the Sendedoes, dwelling near the forks of the Shenandoah, had just been crushed by enemies more powerful.
The Valley of Virginia to the red man was a hunting ground. It was also a great military highway. Up and down the watercourses and along the ridges lay Indian war trails, over which Cherokees and Catawbas from the South marched against or fled before the Mingoes and other tribes of the North.
To attract the buffalo, the deer, and the elk, the lowlands of the Shenandoah were kept in the condition of the prairie. This was accomplished by burning the grass at the end of each hunting season. On the bottom lands of the Cowpasture and Jackson's River basins were similar yet narrower belts of those pasture lands.
The Shawnee (or Shawanogi) were a southern people and became known as Shawanoes or Shawnees. they were Algonkin stock related tot he tribes of New England and Middle States. A restless nation, that pushed southward and westward. In mental attributes and in general ability the Shawnees stood above the average of the Indian race. They gave the world one of the ablest red men known to history, Tecumseh. They were generous livers and their women were superior housekeepers. They could very often converse in several tongues.
Before they were pushed out of the Alleghany region they could generally talk with the white pioneer. The Shawnee was active, sensible, manly, and high spirited. He was cheerful and full of jokes and laughter, yet few natives could match him in deceit and treachery. THe Shawnee despised the prowess of other Indians, and it became his boast that he killed or carried into captivity ten white persons for every warrior that he lost.
The Shawnee's roving was nobly because of the pressure of hostile tribes. A Shawnee was a Shawnee, whether dwelling on the banks of the Potomac or the Ohio. There was no such thing among the Indians as individual ownership of the soil. The land of the tribe was considered to belong to the tribe as a people, and in Indian usage none of it could be sold except by the tribe.
Indians did not count relationships as we do. A tribe was composed of clans, each with it distinctive name. The members of a clan considered themselves as brothers and sisters and the Indian could no more marry within his own clan than he could marry his blood sister. In Indian usage the clan was therefore the only family recognized. An injury to any member of the clan was held to be an injury to one's own brother or sister, and any a warrior believed it his duty to avenge the wrong.
The individual families of a tribe lived only in villages and never in isolated homes. A limited agriculture was carried on in the open space around each village. The Indian never butchered game out of the sheer wantonness, after the manner of some people who style themselves civilized.
a Shawnee hut was circular in form. It was made by fastening long poles together above and covering this framework with bark. The only openings were a passage for the inmates and another for the smoke. The art of weaving was unknown to this tribe. clothing was of skins tanned by a simple process. Until the white radar came, the only weapons or other implements were of stone or bone.
The red American had his games of skill or chance, and he had his secret societies. He also possessed a large fund of folklore and of tribal history, this being handed down from father to son in the form of oral tradition. His keen sense of humor is shown in such proverbs as the following:
No Indian ever sold his daughter for a name.
A squaw's tongue runs faster than the wind's legs.
The Inidan scalps his enemy; the paleface skins his friends.
Before the paleface came, there was no poison in the Inidan's corn.
There will be hungry palefaces so long as there is any Indian land to swallow.
There are three things it takes a strong man to hold; a young warrior, a wild horse, and a handsome squaw.
The Indian race was superior to any barbarous race of the Eastern Hemisphere. The Indian thought it foolhardy to fight in the open. Several frontiersmen had the Indian consent to settle and hunt on the Monongahela. In 1774, Governor Dunmore sent a messenger to warn them back. An Indian gave him this reply, "Tell your king the damn liar. Indian no kill these men." The frontiersmen remained where they were and in safety throughout the war which followed.
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Happy 60th Birthday to Holder's Drugs
Alva, Oklahoma - Through a YouTube.com video by vickyatlynnmartins we find that Holder's Drugs on the south side of the square in downtown Alva, Oklahoma is celebrating it's 60th anniversary. Remember when you would meet in the coffee shop of Holder's while you waited for your prescription to be filled? Or an after school coke date with a group of friends?
London, England - We begin this week and end this week at pages 64 thru 118, of Vol. I, of The History of Eliza Warwick as she tells her story to Lord Huntley. Last week we began reading The History of Eliza Warwick, Vol. I., when the Duke of Beauvarise wrote Lord Tenterdon a letter explaining his part in helping Eliza (Lady Darcy) elope with Col. Harry Warwick (pledged to another), son of Capt. William Warwick.
Before we get started with another another transcription into 1700's England culture and our sad love story, let me expand on the arranged marriages of that period when the head of the family fixed and picked the suitor for their sons and daughters for wealth, position and title. To marry below oneself for love only was not proper and you could be chastised for your disobedience if you refused your family's wishes.
Lady Darcy (Eliza) was our sad, briefing, beautiful daughter that had fallen into that dilemma, as well as Col. Warwick.
As we begin again we find Colonel and Eliza's daughter telling her story to Lord Huntley through letters while she lies in a convent, in ill health.
When we left off last week Duke of Beauvarise, Eliza's picked suitor, had help Eliza and Col. Warwick to elope to Scotland and Beauvarise had written a letter to Lord Tenterdon in hopes to soften the blow to the family, but it did not do what he expected it to do.
Lord Tenterdon replied to that letter from the Duke of Beauvarise with the following:
"To his Grace the Duke of Beaufvarise - My Lord, Your Grace's letter has filled me with astonishment. I took you for a friend, but you have proved a most dangerous enemy. It is necessary to assure your Grace, that I require from you no more good offices, and yet I have a favor to ask of you, my Lord, which is this, that you will inform the artful wretch whom you insultingly remind me of being father to, to keep herself, her husband, and her poverty, far from my doors. They shall be shut to all three and never will I, in the awful sight of heaven I swear it, never will I relieve her or hers, though ruin should stare them in the face, and beggary walk close upon their steps.
"Tell them this, my Lord, and assure Lady Eliza WArwick she shall never see or hear more from her enraged father, and Your Grace's much disappointed servant, Tenterdon."
Without their parents approval the Colonel Warwick, Lady Eliza and her faithful domestic (Jennet) arrived, after many fears of being overtaken, at the place of destination. These faithful lovers immediately parted with their liberty, without one regret. lady Eliza often sighed at the resentment she must experience from her family, but the idea of their cruelty to make a sacrifice of her, in spite of all her tears and in treaties, vindicated her conduct in her own eyes. Eliza was not destitute of hope that the Duke would be a successful intercessor with Lord and lady Tenterdon, and anticipated the joy she should feel at being restored to their favour. But it was not to be. The blackest prospects were gathering around, and the short sunshine that illumined her nuptials only gave an increase of horror to her situation when engulfed in the storms of Fate.
Eliza and Colonel Warwick, after a fortnight spent in Scotland, in which time they received no intelligence from the Duke, returned to England, and determined to know what they were to expect from Lord Tenterdon. Warwick did not suppose his after would ever part with a shilling towards their support. But on his marriage, he wrote him a very respectful letter, and acquainted him with his connection, which he hoped would not offend the father, since it made the son happy.
Sir William made no reply to this, but some days after mentioned, in the hearing of a friend of Col. Warwick, that he never would take any notice of the imprudent youth, who had forfeited a fine fortune by his folly, and with it his affection for ever. Sir Warwick added, "He will now find the difference and that to live upon a wife's beauty is easier in a lover's theory than a husband's practice."
The newly married pair arrived in London, and sent to the Duke of Beauvarise, begging to see him as soon as his conveniency would permit them that pleasure. Their amiable friend flew immediately to Col. WArwick's lodgings, and there with infinite reluctance he revealed the whole of Lord Tenterdon's behaviour, "Sorry am I to give a moment's uneasiness to persons whom love and honor conspired to render happy. But alas! Those two noble sentiments, though they may contribute towards felicity, do not always insure it and Lord Tenterdon's restless ambition has power sufficient to deprive them of their just reward. He is inexorable, he is unnatural, he forgets humanity while he prophesies wretchedness, and he shuts close his heart when he foretells poverty. Weep not, beautiful Eliza, those tears affect me too deeply! Is it my fate ever to give you uneasiness? My fortune, my interest shall be employed in the service of our Warwick, not shall he, or his ever know the stings of indigence, as your illiberal father portends."
"My Lord," cried Eliza, "Spare my father! I have no reason to condemn him. He holds me culpable, and that I merit his resentment - My Warwick - ah! What distresses have I brought down on thee! Do not Love me less. Something may yet happen to pacify Lord Tenterdon. In that hope be comforted and banish that look of despair, my dar Warwick, which seems as if you already felt the wretchedness of Fate."
Colonel Warwick replied, "Despair! Wretchedness! Ah! Why these heart rending expressions, Eliza?" clasping her to his bosom, "No, my angel, with you I can fear neither and I swear by Heaven the single happiness of calling you mine transcends every other felicity this world can give. Pomp and splendor are despised by me. I am a soldier and whilst I serve with zeal my county, and the best of Kings, we need not fear the frowns of fortune. They will both provide for my Eliza and if she can forego the opulence and luxuries she is entitled to, we shall have enough to live on, and be more than blest in each other."
The Duke of Beauvarise, after repeating his assurances of friendship, bade the lovely couple adieu and parted to leave them in their scene of much tenderness.
Even though both had been brought up in the splendor of greatness, it was however, that love can metamorphose strangely, and the gentle lady Eliza became such an adept in domestic affairs, as to live with elegance on the trifling sum of three hundred a year. Col. Warwick's house was small, but it was a perfect pattern for nearness. They kept two female servants, and a footman. Her faithful domestic, Jennet, was still with Eliza, and officiated about her person. Never did happiness drive at a greater eight. Not even amongst the great. Nor did fewer wants arise unsatisfied than in this little humble dwelling.
Lady Eliza was not quite a year married when she presented WArwick with a son, but it lived only long enough to receive the rites of baptism, and the embraces of its parents.
The Duke of Beauvarise never forgot that he had loved Lady Eliza, and possessed the highest sentiments of regard for her husband. He was tender, assiduous, and faithful, to them both. After having for a long time fought an opportunity of getting Warwick promoted, it so happened, that the regiment of which the Duke was General was ordered to the East Indies, and he lost not a moment in having his friend raised to the rank of Lieutenant General. But the conditions were rather harder than the Duke swished them to be. Warwick's accompanying the regiment was not to be obviated.
Beauvarise, unable to convey the pleasing yet alarming intelligence in person, wrote Warwick a letter, in which his joy and grief were visibly blended, at the instant he congratulated him on the promotion he had acquired in the army, he trembled at the idea of Lady Eliza's feelings, when she should learn that their separation was ton e the consequence of it. The news, however dreadful, was soon imparted to Eliza about eighteen months after their nuptials, it was doomed that they should part for ever.
This is where the telling of the remainder of the story it shorten to hasten over the tragical death of Eliza's father, General Warwick. He was drowned in attempting to save the unfortunate parent of a large family, who had gone on board to pour down his last blessings on the bole Warwick's head, for having charitably provided for three of his children. The seas ran high between Portsmouth and Spithead. The old man of war in which the General waited some hours for sailing orders. They arrived at length and after many tears and prayers for his happiness, the grateful father took a final leave of his benefactor. The vessel which he stepped into was a mere cockle shell, and in sight of the ship it had left, and the humane Warwick, it was overset by a monstrous wave.
The General cried, "Throw our your boats, and let us save that worthy man, and the wretched creatures who are with him." He was directly obeyed and upon some of the sailors looking terrified at venturing out of the ship in such a tempest, the General leaped into the boat, and calling on a few to follow him, it was in an instant filled. They encountered the waves for some time with hopes of success and indeed they in some measure succeeded for they saved the good old man, though all the rest were irrevocably lost.
Warwick then gave orders to make to the ship, but the wind rose higher, and the seas seemed to kiss the heavens. At length the boat was unable to bear against the force of the contending elements and split into a thousand pieces. Every man could swim but General warwick (Eliza's father) and his aged friend. One of the good natured crew offered to assist the General, and promised to convey him to the first ship, but he begged him to preserve his own life, and that of the old man's, if it were possible.
The Captain of the man of war, a brave officer, and a particular friend of General Warwick, sent immediately an account of his fate to the Duke of Beaufvarise. The Duke was endeavoring to reconcile the dying Earl of Tenterdon to his wretched daughter when he found out the death of General Warwick.
Tho' the hour drew nigh when Lord Tenterdon's hour drew nigh when he would rehire mercy in his turn, his firm soul shrunk not at its approach, nor could he be persuaded to change his unnatural conduct towards her. Lord Tenterdon told the Duke, "I am sensible and I cannot recover, but were I sure my daughter was even penitent for her crime, I would not pardon her the uneasiness it has cost me. I never will recall the sentence I have pronounced against her and shall leave her the comfort of reflecting on the choice she might have made, and that which her folly elected. It is now too late to recover my lost opinion, not shall I think that soul my friend who from henceforth names her in my presence."
The Duke took his leave with a degree of resentment he could not conceal. He could not go to Lady Eliza's immediately. He knew not how to inform her of the shocking sentiments that had been uttered by the Earl. The duke feared for the sufferings of her sensibility, when she should hear her father, unforgiving, died, he therefore threw himself into his carriage, and desired to be set down at home, where the arrival of the dreaded packet from Portsmouth was presented to him. He broke the seal with a perturbation which nothing but presentiment could account for. He read with an agitation and sorrow little short of frenzy.
The Duke's sorrow caused him to cry out, Ah! My adorable Eliza! My fate at length prevails, and I am the innocent cause of all your sufferings. Your husband, my gentle, amiable friend! Your beloved Warwick, whom I tore from your happy arms, is now parted from them for ever. How shall I break this new, this horrible misfortune to thee? Great heaven support her tender frame in the hour of trial!"
After the Duke sent to tell Lady Eliza that he was going out of town for a few days, and could not see her before his departure, he got into his chaise, and travelled post down to Portsmouth.
As soon as he had alighted at one of the inns in that town, the Duke found the house in great confusion, and was informed that a body had been thrown upon the strand, by the violence of the waves, about an hour before his arrival, and was carried to that house to be publicly seen and owned. After some moments spent in a state little short of total in animation, he recollected himself enough o express a desire to behold the melancholy object in question.
Beaufvarise eagerly asked his host whether Capt. Warwick was o shore? Finding out that he had sent to order a supper at his house and was expected every instant, the Duke dismissed his host, after desiring him to present his compliments to Capt. Warwick as soon as he came in, and tell him he begged to have the honor of seeing him.
The Duke lamented the wretchedness of his lovely Eliza. He beheld her widowed form in all the eloquence of grief. he raised his heart to Heaven, and supplicated that she might be endued with fortitude to survive a disclosure of the horrid tale. But how did he shudder when he considered that he must be the relater of it.
The Duke was speaking to the shadow of his dead friend Warwick when the Duke arose as he finished and was making to the door, when it opened to usher in Capt. Warwick. The Duke approached him, but an affectionate embrace was the only sigh of joy he could testify at their meeting, "AH! My Lord," cried Capt. Warwick, "WHat a loss have we sustained! There was no possibility of saving our excellent Warwick, the fury of the storm, no assistance could reach him, unhappy Harry! but far more unhappy your surviving friends!"
Ah!" replied Beauvarise, whose tears kept pace with those that fell from Capt. WArwick's eyes, "I have but one comfort left. Let us hasten to the apartment which holds the dismal corpse. Let us bury our Warwick like a soldier. Let us pay the tribute of some sighs to his memory and weep on the cold lifeless body of my friend."
They rushed out of the room together, and entered where the object was deposited. Beauvarise drew near the bed on which it lay, and looked attentively not he face. The harsh treatment it had met with front he boisterous element had changed it much, but the beauty and many countenance for which he had ever been distinguished were still easily visible.
Capt. Warwick answered, "I am sure it is no other than my dar Harry, yet his face is exceedingly changed! Would we had some evidence beyond all doubt that his poor corpse is not now floating on distant waves! Were his obsequies to be attended by men who loved him living, and revere him dead, it would be some comfort and still more in his being interred at least decently."
"Hold!' exclaimed Beauvarise, perceiving through the bosom of the shirt a ribbon fastened about his neck, which he unloosed. What is this? A miniature of a woman and on the back of it, hair worked into his motto, Even data shall not part us. This must give some light." Upon viewing the picture with attention they discovered the angelic features of Lady Eliza Warwick, and this gave them new subject for grief and lamentation.
After two days spent in getting his papers and things from on board the ship, General WArwick's body was converted to London by easy stages, and interred by touch light with all the honors due to an officer of his rank.
Lady Eliza was soon informed of the wretchedness the morning after the Duke left London when she saw a particular account of the whole affair in the paper of the day. She had not gone quite through it, when Nature sickened at the sight. Her eyes refused their office further as an universal tremor seized her limbs and she fell senseless on the floor. Jennet, who was in the next room, heard her fall, and ran to her assistance. She raised her from the ground, and after having placed her on a sopha, administer some bola tiles. Eliza opened her eyes, "AH! Jennet! Why do you force me to live?"
When Jennet asked what affects the lady so, Eliza reach the paper and rising front eh reclining posture she read the whole melancholy detail of the death of General Warwick.
"Come, Jennet," cried Lady Eliza, "Do not give way to sorrow. Did you go to my sisters? did you deliver them my letters?"
Jennet replied, "Yes, Madam, and they will not see me. My dar Lady, they inhumanly desired me, by one of their servants, to tell you they never will have anything toe ay to you."
Lady Eliza desired Jennet to bring her had and clone and said, "I will walk and you will walk with me." Lady Eliza seemed determined and Jennet was obliged to comply with the ladyships caprice. Lady Eliza and Jennet had arrived at Lord Tenterdon's door and inhospitable house. Lady Eliza in the softies accent, "I will see my mother and I will behold, before I die, my once tender parents. They can but use me ill and that of late I have been accustomed to." Upon Lady Eliza's desiring to be shown up to Lady Tenterdon, a footman, who was unacquainted wither, obeyed, and conducted her to an antechamber, where the old Earl was seated in a great chair, supported by pillows, with all his family around him. She rushed by the fellow, as he held the door in his hand, and was announcing her, "My father! my dear father!" as she threw herself at his feet.
The father on his death bed accused Lady Eliza of a scheme to shorten the hours of his existence. Lord Tenterdon ordered his daughter to be gone and release him from her her grip. Lord Wesley (Eliza's brother) and two sisters flew to the mourner. As they spoke they endeavored to raise her from Lord Tenterdon's knees.
Lady Eliza tried to tell of her wretchedness and the death of her beloved Warwick, but without avail. Whether nature operated in the breast of Lord Westley, or whether he wished to see his mother spurn Eliza from her as his unworthy father had done, but Lady Eliza' brother freed her from his hands and she fell on her knees to Lady Tenterdon to try bestow her forgiveness. Lady Tenterdon ordered her wretched daughter to begone!
Lady Eliza asked her dear brother to help her to her feeble limbs and she left the house immediately. But lady Eliza's figure and emaciated countenance inspired at once and fainting into Jennet arms and was taken to an portent for relief, until she recovered to carry her to he sad home.
Jennet endeavored to speak comfort to Lady Eliza when they arrived at their sad home, "Ah! My dear lady, art thous gone indeed" WHat will become of they poor Jennet? Wilt thou not live to bring thy hapless infant into the world? Wilt thou not live to protect its innocence? Wilt thou die, and leave me, a wretch who would wish to follow thee. Even to the grave Ah! My sweet lady, take me with thee, and let me inhabit with thee the mansions of the blessed."
After hours passed, Lady Eliza arose, and calling to Jennet gave her her hand, and desired her to be attentive, "Jennet, the moment is at hand when I shall bid adieu to all my troubles. I have seen my Warwick and he has soothed my heart, and spoke such things to me as would transport you with gladness could I communicate them. He hovers over me, and waits but for my coming to be happy. That he assured me would happen soon, and bid me hold myself in readiness. Grieve not for me, but rejoice that I have slipped by neck from the cruel yoke of bondage. You can best tell how I have suffered, and should be most thankful for my release. I need not tell my Jennet to love my memory and if my infant comes into the world with life, cherish, and teach it to lisp my Warwick's name, inspire ti early with reverence for its unhappy parents. I have nothing to bequeath it buy my jewels and watch. You will find ready money.sufficient to pay what debts I owe, and to resetve some trifle for yourself. If my child dies with me, everything I own is justly yours, and let them sometimes revive a tender sentiment in your bosom, when they remind you of your wretched mistress."
Lady Eliza was taken very ill directly after she had brought her daughter into the world. lady Eliza spoke to Jennet again intreated her care of her daughter and desired her to look in a particular part of her escritoire for the most material events of her life, which she had penned from time to time, and when her daughter was old enough to feel and understand them properly, to put them into her daughter hands.
Lady Eliza asked Jennet, "You can finish the remainder of my story and tell her with my dying breath I blessed her adieu! My dearest, most faithful friend. If the Duke of Beauvarise is still attached to my interest, tell him I implore him to protect my child and you. Thank him for all his goodness to me and assure him I die in peace." These were Lady Eliza's last word and she expired soon after in an ecstasy of devotion and went to join her Warwick in heaven.
When the Duke of Beauvarise arrived in town, he flew to the house of Warwick in ignarnct of the death of Lady Eliza. The Duke asked where Lady Eliza was and to her health. Jennet in a burst of sorrow and grief answered, "Ah! My Lord!" as her grief prevented her saying more.
Beauvarise without waiting to inquire further, he went upstairs, and opened the drawing room door to find Lady Eliza laid upon a sopha in her coffin at a little distance from the bed of death. Her infant daughter, Eliza, was fast asleep in her cradle, which was at Lady Eliza's feet. Jennet was kneeling by her dead mistress. Jennet in seeing the Duke's grief and horror arose, caught the infant in her arms and in a wild and pathetic manner presented the daughter to the Duke, "My Lord, that dear angel of light has left to your care this helpless infant. Her last words bequeathed to your friendship the share of this poor orphan and I conjure you, by your great humanity, never to desert her."
The Duke received Eliza Warwick into his arms and after embracing her with much tenderness, he solemnly invoked heaven to witness, he would protect me to the latest hour of his life. He then resigned me to Jennet and kneeling by Lady Eliza, he shed a shower of tears over her lifeless form. he gazed on her with admiration and compassion and after spending an hour thus mournfully by her, he gave orders about her interment, and left the house in a state of horror not be be described.
The Duke of Beauvarise took a house for Jennet and Eliza Warwick a little way out of town. As Eliza Warwick continues her story she passes over her days of infancy in order to draw nearer to those passages of her life which can only appear interesting. Eliza grew to be fond of music and had a tolerable voice. The Duke spent whole days with Eliza and Jennet continually talking to Eliza of her parents. he painted to Eliza, their many virtues and with enthusiasm. The Duke tied about Eliza's neck the miniature of my mother, and decried the dreadful scene he was engaged in when he found it. The Duke spoke of Eliza's mother's good sense and spoke of her religion, her sweetness of temper, her repentance for the only fault she ever committed in her life, and the duty and affection she vote her father and mother.
Eliza Warwick arose and asked the Duke, " And where, my dear guardian, are these parents of my mother? Where are her sisters? her brother? Have I no friends in the whole world but you and Jennet?"
The Duke responded, " My dear Eliza!" hiding tears, "You think too deeply. heaven is your friend, my child. The almighty never forsakes the virtuous and innocent."
It was about this time that Eliza Warwick was introduced to an agreeable an worthy woman at Fairy Hill. Eliza had just turned thirteen and was as beautiful or more so than her mother. Eliza was genteel and tall; proficiency in dancing, and walking well. Eliza was given an air of dignity. At that age, though she was insensible to the charms of her person, having never heard it praised and it is only the remembrance of what she then was lead her to make this assertion, "Indeed, my youth and extreme simplicity prevented my ever setting any great value on beauty, even when I saw it in another."
Young Eliza Warwick spent almost two years at Fairy Hill, in a serene pleasant manner, and thought herself very happy. While there her quardian provided her with excellent masters, not inferior to those she had from London.
It was while at Fairy Hill that Eliza first meet Sir Charles Beaufort, a nephew of Duke of Beauvarise. But we will hear more of Sir Charles Beaufort in next week's OkieLegacy Ezine.