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BLOSS C.A. Heroines of the Crusades


Sir John Froissart's Chronicles of England, France, Spain and the Ajoining Countries from the latter part of the reign of Edward II to the coronation of Henry IV in 12 volumes 

Chronicles of Enguerrand De Monstrelet (Sir John Froissart's Chronicles continuation) in 13 volumes 

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Heroines of the Crusades
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noble countess (heaven reward thee) provided raiment for my poor old father and helpless infants. Heaven pardon me, but my wicked heart was inflated with pride, as seat-ing my precious ones in the vehicle, I walked by their side ; and pleased was I as we reached any town or city, to hear the little ones inquire, if that were Jerusalem. Fool that I was not to remember the Saviour's words, ' He that for-saketh not all that he hath, cannot be my disciple.' There were many who, falling into the same error, cumbered the train with useless baggage, and many feeble and sick, both men and women, caused that our route was tedious and slow. The heat of summer came on, and the weariness of the way seemed to increase. My children forgot their in-nocent prattle, and stretched their tender limbs upon the floor of the cart. The old man, my father, slept, and we could not wake him ; and my wife gave me the infant from her breast—it was dead—and we buried them by the way-side. This was the beginning of sorrows. But the horrors of my crime flashed upon me, when certain sons of Belial among our company, set fire to the houses, and commenced to plunder the people through whose villages we passed. The inhabitants armed against us, and I shudder to describe the bloody scenes which followed. Enraged at the wanton attack, they rushed out upon us, fell upon the rear of the army, glutted their wrath with the blood of all that opposed them, and destroyed that part of the multitude whom weak-ness left without defence. My wife and sons fell victims to their fury, and Therese, my lovely daughter, was torn shrieking from my arms, and carried away by a brutal ruffian." " Unhappy Therese," said Adela, dropping a tear. " My poor William has pined for his patient nurse." " In the extremity of my desperation," continued the pilgrim, " I rushed into the thickest of the fight, and sought for death ; but in vain. My crimes were too great, and I wa3 reserved to mourn the loss of those for whose dear sakes I had perilled iny soul. " Deploring the ruin that my sins, and the sins of such as 84 HEROINES OF THE CRUSADES.

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