Constantine republican. [volume] (Constantine, Mich.) 1836-1838, 1837-06-28
EMMETTAND HIS INTENDED BRIDE.

Every one must recollect the tragic story
of young Emmett, the Irish ratriot,--it |
was too touching to be soon fors
During the troubles in Ireland, he was tried,
condemned, and executed on a charge Of
treason. His fate made deep impression
on public sympathy. He was so young, so
intelligent, so generous, so brave man..
Ills conduct under the trial, too, was lofty |
and intrepid. The noble indignation with
which he repealed the charge Of treason a.
gainst his country the eloquent vindication
ofname; and his pathetic appeal to posteri-
ty in the hopeless hour ofcondemnation all
these entered deeply into every generous
bosom, and even his opponents lamented
the stern policy that dictated his execution.
But there was one heart, whose anguish
it would be impossible to describe. In
happier days and fairer fortunes, he had
won the affections ola beautiful and interes-
ting girl, the daughter late celebrated Irish
barrister. She loved him with the disinter-
love. Wien every y Sofidynd s n Srr sS
itself against him; when blasted in fortune,
and disgrace and danger darkened around
his name, she loved him more ardently for
his sufferings. Since his fate could awaken
sympathy even of his foes, what must have
been the agony Of her whose soul was oc.
cupied by his image? Let those tell, who
have had the portals of the tomb suddenly
closed between them and the being they
loved most on earth who have sat at its
threshold, as one shut out in cold and
lonely world whence all that was lovely and
loving had departed.
To render her widowed situation more
desolate, she had incurred her fathers dis.
pleasure by her unfortunate attachment,
and was an exile from the parental roof.
But could the sympathy and kind offices OF
friends have reached spirit so shocked
and driven in by"horror, she would have
experienced no want of consolation, for the
Irish are people of a quick and generous
sensbilities. The most delicate and cher
ishing attentions were paid her by families
of wealth and distinction. She was led into
society, and they tried all kinds of occupa-
ton and amusement to disspate her grief,
and wean her from the tragical story oflove
but all was in vain There are some
strokes of calamity that seattle and scorch
the soul, that penetrate TO the vital seat of
happiness, and blast it, never again to put
forth bud or blossom. She never objected
to frequent the haunt of pleasure; but she
was as much alone there as in the depths
of solitude. She walked about in a sad re-
verie, apparently unconscious of the world
around her. She carried with her an in
,oI Ill al.
of friendship, and "heeded not the song
ofthe charmer, charm he ever so wisely"
The person, says the eloquent author Of
the Sketch Book, who told her story, had
seen her at a masquerade. After strolling
through the splendid rooms and giddy
crowd, with al air OF utter abstravtiou, she
sat herself down on the steps of an orchestra
and looking about for some time with a
vacant stare, that showed her insensibility
TO the gaysh scene, she began with the ca
priciousness of a sickly heart, to MARBLE a
little plaintive air. She had an exquisite
voice; but on this occasion il was so simple,
so touching, it breathed forth such soul of
wretchedness, that she drew crowd mute
and silent around her, and melted every
one into tears.
The story Of one so true and tender,
could not but excite great interest in a
country remarkable for enthusiasm. Ii
completely won the heart ola brave officer,
who paid his addresses to her, and thought
one so true to the dead could but prove af-
fectionate to the living. She declined his
attentions, for her thoughts were irrevoca.
bic engrossed by the memory of her for
mer lover. He solicited not her tender.
mes, but her esteem. He was assisted by
her conviction ofhis word, and the sense OF
her own destitute and dependent situation,
for she was existing on the kindness OF
friends. In word, he at length succeeded
in gaining her hand, though with the
solemn assurance that her heart was unal.
terably another's.
He took her with him to Sicily, hoping
that a change Of scene might wear out the
remembrance Of woes. She was an amia-
bic, an exemplary wife, and made an effort
to be happy one, but nothing could cure
the silent melancholy that had entered into
her very soul. She wasted away in slow
but hopeless decline, at last sunk into the
grave, victom Of broken heart.
1t was on this lady that Moore composed
the following lines:
"She is far from the land whore her young hero
sleeps,
And lovers around her are signing;
But slowly she turns from their gaze, ant
weeps,
For her heart in his grave is lying"
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