The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-08-20
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She is far from the land where her young hero
sleeps,
And lovers around her arc signing,
But cody she turns from their gaze and wcops,
For her heart in his grave is lying.
sho sings tho wild song Of her dear native plains,
Every note which he loved awaking--
All! little did they think who delight in her
strains,
How the heart of tho minstrel is breaking.
lie Ind lv'd for his love; for his country he died
They were all that to life had entwincd him
Nor soon shall the tears ofhs country be dried,
Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Oh, make her grave where the sunbeams rest
Where thcy promise n glorious morrow,
They'll shine DER her sleep, like smile from The
west
From hor own loved island Of sorrow.
[MooRE.
Tho evening before Robert Enu,Ct's death,
Miss Curran was admitted into his dungeon to
bid him h eternal farewell. tIe was leaning in
a melancholy mood against tho window Of his
prison, and the heavy clanking of chains smole
dismaliy on her heart. The interview was
bitterly affecting. and melted oven the caous
soul of tho ailor. As for Emmett himself he
wept and spoke little; but as no pressed his be-
loved in silence to his heart, his counttnance be-
trayed his emotions. In a low voice half chohed
by anguish, no besought her not TO forget him; lie
reminded hcr of their former happinrss, of the
long past days of their childhood, ana concluded
by requesting her sometimes to visit the scenes
where their infancy was spent, and, though ,he
the world might repeat his name With scurn, TO
cling to his memory with affection. III parting
she turned around, as if to gaze once more On
her widowed love. IIe caught her eve rs sh, re-
tired; it was but for moment; and asiha door
closed on him, it informed her too surely that
they had met for the last time on earth, but they
should meet in better world, where man could
not separate them.
She loved him with all the disinterosted fer
vor of wonans first and only love. When
every worldly maxim ARA yed itself against him;
when blasted in fortune, and disgrace and DALI
ger darkened around his name, she loved him
more ardently for his very suferings. IT, then,
! his fate could awaken the sympathy even Of lis
foes, what must have been the agony OF her
| whose whole soul was occupied by his image,
Let those answer who have had the portals othe
NIB suddenly closed between them and the being
they most loved on earh-who have sat at his
| tlr -hold, as one shut out in a cold and lonely
woIlG from whence all that was most lovely and
loving had departed.
To render her widowed situation moro desc.
late, sho had incurred her fathers dispicasure by
| her unfortunate attachment, and was an exile
| from her parental roof. But could the synpa-
thy and offices of friends have reached n spirit 50
shocked and driven in by horror, she wou!d have
experienced no want Of consolation, for the Irish
are provcrbally people of quick and generous
sensibllities. The most delicate and cherishng
| attentions were paid her by families Of wealth
and distinction. She was led into society, and
| they tried by all kinds Of occupation ard amuse-
ment TO disspate her grief and wean her from the
tragical story other lover. But it was a., II. vain.
| There arc some strokes of calamity that scorch
| the soul-that penetrate to the vital seat Of hap
! piness-and blast it, never again to put forth tud
or blossom. She never objected to frequent tie
haunts Of pleasure, but she was as much aiCne
there as in the depths of solitude. She walked
about in sad revcrie, apparently unconscious of
the world around her. She carried within her
| an inward wo that married all the Establishments
| OF friendship, and "heeded not the song Of the
charmer, charm he ever 80 wisely"
| On the occasion Of masquerade at the Ro-
| tunda, her friends brought her to it. There can
be no exhibition of far-gono wretchedness more
striking and painful than to meet it in such
scene. To find it wandering like spectre,
lonely and ioyless where all around is gay--to
see it dressed out in the trappings of mirth, and
| looking so wan and wo-begone, as if it had tried
| in vain to cheat the poor heart into momcntary
| forgotiuness Of sorrow. After strolng through
| the splendid rooms and giddy crowd with air
| OF utter abstraction, she sat herself down on the
steps of an orchestra, and looking about for some
| time with vacant air that showed msensiblty
to the garish scene, she began with the capri
ciousness of sckly heart to MARBLE little plain
tive air. She had an exquisite voice; but OH this
occasion it was so simple, so touching, it breath
cd forth such a 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 country remarkable
for enthusiasm. 1t completely won the heart of
a brave young officer, who paid his addresses to
her, and thought that one so true to tho dead
could but prove affectionatc to the living. She
declined his attentions, for her thoughts were
irrecoverably engrossed by the memory OF her
former lover. He,however, persisted in his suit.
He solicited not her tenderness, but her esteem.
He was assisted by her conviction of his worth,
and senfe Of her own destitute and dependent sit
uation, for she existing on the kindness OF
friends. In word, he at length succeeded in
gaining her hand, though with the solemn assur-
ance that her heart was unalterably another's'
He took her with him 70 Sicily, hoping that q