Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-07-21

L i nc last FAINT cold embrace; 4stls. :
I The latest kiss my love may print
e Upon her lovely face. Taa i1 lst3as.s
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| Tfs "a n5t aq8g ie sa,soh SIT ssa
as2 Ay-bear her from my sight eza8q
/ asa The bitterness is past s1efsIa
But yeti one charge my spirit leaves, .sl
dying one-ihe last 1879 aaDai
Oh bid her love my Nance 500 ~ y
ae Through death, inamy and shame. ai
in reading the history Of ih.Ea,ed Ire
land, how often does The heart torn sick ol
bloody scenes and murders, TO lie simple
and touching incidents that atldrn The lives
of those. whose daring and mighty deeds
stand as record Of chivalry and pa,riot-
ism upon The brightest page Of the annals
of the worlt. When Ire mind becomes
diseased and care worn in contemplating
the bloody transactions Of The Battle field,
and The wrangiings Of the council chamber
with VIVA. transplant and joy i. leaves them
TO mediate OH the fine affections and ami
able attributes Of the inner man. and pom
der over scenes where " love and dealh"
have sorrow ful meetings. @oG@ 4a..s. s;
Robert Emme, was a celebrated lawyer
and statesman of Iceland. During The
struggle Tor independence. he stood fore
most on The forum and in the field for the
liberty OF has native country. He was
the idol Of Ireland
3 None knew him but to love him ss
fste Nome named him hit tn Draise - }}t.f1es
Naturally Of warm and ardent temper
amen,. With hear. glowing with patriot
ism and soul fred with the wrongs and
wretchedness Of his couniry-oh! is it a.
ny marvel iha, he stepped forth in her
darkest hour. and swore upon The altar Of
freedom tina. his countrymen should have
their liberty, or he would pour out his
hearts blood in The cause. Unfortunate
Iy he was betrayed by his enemies con-
.ic,ed OF the crime Of treason and scn,en-
ced TO be executed. He deli cred a fine
speech before the court. which has and
will be preserved for ages ye, TO come.
las, js2 he syeaHd agS Ct saa lovely dayhe
A Young lady stood a, The castle gate and
desired abundance into the dungeon. She
was closely yelled and the keeper could
no, imagine who she was. nor why one OF
such naughty bearing should be an hum
bic suppliant a, the prison door. How-
ever he granted the boon-led her to The
dungeon-opened The massive iron door.
then clos ed il again-and the lovers were
alone. He was leaning against the pris
on wall with downcasl head aud his
arms were folded on his breast. Gently
she raised the veil from her face, and Elm
met turned 10 gaze upon all that earth con
tanned for hm-,he girl whose sunny brow
in The days of boyhood had been his po>
lar slar-,he maiden. who had sometimes
m atle him think :. the world was all sun
shine" he clanking Of the heavy
chains sounded like death knell to her
ears and she wepl like child. Emmett
said bu, lit,.e, vet he pressed her warmly
to his BOSOM and their feelings held ST.
len, mee,ing-snch meeting, melh'"ks.
as are held in Heaven, only there we part
M more. In low voice lie besought her
not TO forge, him whe,. The cold grave re-
ceived his body-he spoke of by'gone
days-,he happy hours Of childhood. when
his hopes were brigh, and glorious. and
he concluded by requesting her sometimes
10 visi. the places and scenes that were
hallowed 10 his memory from the days o.
infancy, and though the world might pro-
no,,nce his name with scorn ant contempt
oh. he prayed she would still cling e
| him with affection and remember h,'I
! when all others should forget. Hark I'M
church bell sounded, and he remembers
The time Of execution. The turnkey en-
,ered and after tiasiling tear from M
eye-he separated them from their ion'
embrace-and led the lady from the dun
econ. A,,he entrance she turned and 'he'
i ewes me.-,hey could not say, fare we'll
the door swung upon lis heavy hinges
and ,hey parted forever. No-no' lore'
1 er--is there no Heaven sa s;dj ID .sar
A, sunrise next morning he sutfere
gloriously "a martyr to his country az
10 liberty. e af q 49,. I.
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"And one DER her the myrtle showers,
@ It's leaves by soft winds famed; a'4o
IL She faded amidst Italian flowers base
+ The last Of that fair band"
! ,Twas in the land Of Italy--it was Y
' gorgeous time of snne, in lsa'y--what
IS maeniicien, scene. IA pale emac'ated g
laid upon her bed Of death. on.!' was
hard for her 10 die, far from her. nome
: this beautiful land. where fowers BLOC
perennial. and the balmy air comes Tres
a ~ 10 The pining soul. Oh! no.-her So
a. - -, he Lr;,h,ness of her dream IL