“ I have grown old and gray with affliction, and my time on earth may not be long; but my daughter is young in years, and her happiness is bound up in the life of this young man. O spare her the fearful trial of losing him—bring not down her youthful hairs with sorrow to the grave. Pardon him, I beseech you!"Claverhouse sternly answered "No!" and impatiently waved his hand for them to be gone."Lucy, Lucy!" cried William Crosbie, "let not your mother kneel to these cold-blooded wretches! Do not debase yourself by imploring mercy from creatures who know it not. I can face death like a man. ”
Summary
"Tales of the Covenanters," an anonymous historical narrative, immerses readers in the turbulent conflicts of 17th-century Scotland, focusing on the Covenanters’ struggles against oppressive forces. Centered on figures like Andrew Ayton, Jeanie Irving, and William Crosbie, the work weaves themes of sorrow, cruelty, and endurance through harrowing encounters with dragoons and soldiers.
Set against backdrops of hideouts and tragic confrontations, it captures the anguish of personal loss and the unceasing quest for safety amid political persecution. The narrative’s blending of historical drama and intimate tragedy underscores the human cost of religious and political strife.
Quotes from Tales of the Covenanters ()
“ It is a heart-broken woman who addresses you—one who is sorrowful even unto death. Husband and son have fallen. The lover of my youth, and he who would have been the stay of mine old age, are taken from me; and yet, I trust, in the midst of my affliction, I can say, God's will, not mine, be done! Will not, then, the blood of two suffice you——?""Two!" shouted Sir Robert Grierson, "though you had lost twenty such rebellious knaves, what matters it to us? death to all such rascals!" ”
“ On hearing the voice of a stranger, the younger female lifted her head, but unable to speak, she merely pointed to the deceased, and then burying her face in her hands, gave way to fresh bursts of sorrow."O do not grieve thus," said Inchdarnie, "but tell me, in heaven's name, who has been the author of this bloody outrage; and if it should be in my power to render you any assistance——""Assistance!" screamed the old woman in a shrill voice of agony, and starting to her feet as she spoke, "can you restore us the dead? Can you bring back light to the eyeballs, and life to the stiffening frame? ”
