Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1842-11-11
SARAH

SARAH CURRAN.
She is'rar from the land where her
young hero sleeps,
And lovers are around her signing;
But .coldIy she turns her head and
weeps,
For her heart in bis grave is lying,
She sings the wild song Of her dear ma
tive plains,
Every note which he loved when a
waking
All little do they think who delight in
her strains,
How the heart Of the minstrel 10 brea
king.
He had lived for his love, for his coun :
try he died,
They were all that 10 life had entwi,
ned him,
Nor soon shall The tears Of his country
be dried,
Nor long will his love stay behind
him.
Oh! mark her grave where the bright
sunbe ams rest,
When they promise a glorious NOR
row,
They'll shine DER her sleep like q smile
from the West.
From her own loved island Of sor-
row.
The evening before Robert Emmet's
death Miss Curran was admitted into
his dungeon to bid him a long, a lasting,
an eternal farewell. He was leaning
in a melancholy mood against the win =
dow of the prison, aud the heavy clank'
ing of bis chains smole dismaIIy on her
heart. The interview was bitterly al
tecting, and melted ever the calIOus
soul Of the iaiIer. As for Emmett him
sell, he wept and spoke little; but as
he messed his beloved 10 silence TO his
heart, his counlenance betrayed his EN-
o,ions. In a low voice, half choked by
anguish, he besought her not to forget
hun; he reminded her Of their former
happiness, Of the long past days OF their
childhood, and concluded by requesting
her sometimes to visit The scenes where
their il infancy was spent, and though the
world might repeat his name with scorn,
10 cling to his memory with affection
In parting she turned around, as if tc
Uaze once more ON her widowed love
lie caugh; her eye as she retired; it was
but for a moment. and as the door CLOSED
OF him, it informed her too surely, tina
thew had met for the last time on earth
bu, they should meet in a better world
where man could not separate them
She loved him with the dlslnteresteC
FeIyency Of a woman's first and onI
love. When every worldly maxim ar
rayed itself against him; when BLASTED
in fortune and disgrace and danger dar
ksned around his name, she loved hin
The more ardently for his suferings II
when his fate could awaken even thu
sympathy of his foes, what must haVt
been The agony Of her whose soul wa.
occupied by his image2 Let thos,
Judge who have had the portals of tn
Tomb suddenly closed between them an
The being they most loved 90 earth
who have sat at its Threshold, as on,
shut oul in a cold and lonely world from
whence all that was most loved aud low
ing had departed.
To render her widowed s%ituatio
more desoIate she had incurred her IA
theirs displeasure by her unfortunat
attachment, & was On exile from her pr
rental roof. But could the sympalh
and Offices of a friend have reached
spirit so shocked and driven in by hor
ror, she wouldhaVe experienced no war
of consolation, for the Irish are prove
biaIly a people Of quick and generou
sensibiIities. The most delicate an
cherishing attentions Q re- paid her b
families Of wealth and distinction Sh
was led into society, and they tried b
all kinds OF occupation and amusemer
TO dlsslpate her grief, and wean he
rom the %tragical story Of her lover =
Bnt il was all 10 vain. There are som
strokes o fcalamlty that scorch the sou
that penetrate TO The vital seat Of happ
ness; and blast it never again TO pit
forth bud or blossom She never objpC
led ~ frequent the haun's OF pleasure