Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, W.T. [i.e. Wis.]) 1843-1844, 1844-04-13

Thro' death, lhro' Iuidmy and shame.
In reading the history Of i'll fated
ireland, how often does The heart turn,
sick of bloody scenes and murders, 10
the simple aud touching incidents that
aJorn the lives Of those, whose daring
and mighty deeds stand as record OF
chIvairy and patriotism upon the
brightest page of the annels of tho
world. When the mind becomes dis
cascd and carc-worn in contemplating
the bloody transactions OF the battle
field, and the wrangliags OF the conn-
Gil chamber, with what ,ranspor: and
Joy il caves them TO mediate on The
fine affections and aniablc qualities Of
Tho inner man, and ponder over scenes
where love and death have sorrowlul
meetings!
Robert Emmet was celebrated
lawyer and statesman Of Ireland. Du-
ring the struggle for independence, he
stood forcmos. on the forum and in The
field, for the liberty of his native coun-
Try. He was The idol Of Ireland
"Nono knew him but TO love him
None named him bGi 10 praise"
Naturally Of a warm and ardent
temperament, with a heart glowing
with patriotism and soul fred with
the wrongs and wretchcdncss Of his
cOuntry-oh !. is il any marvel that he
stepped forth in her darkest hour and
sworc upon The alter OF Freedom, that
his counirymcn should have their lib
erty, or he would pour ont his hearts
blood ia the cause! Unfortunately,
he was betrayed by his enemies--con-
victed Of the crime OF treason, and sem
fenced TO be executed. lie delivered
fine speech before tho court, which
has and viii be preserved yet for ages
10 come.
Twas the evening of lovely day
the last day for the noble aud ii!-fa-
ted Emmett. A young lady stood a,
the castle gate and desired admitiance
into tho dungeon. She was closely
yelled. and the keeper could not mag
inc who she was, nor why one OF such
proud bearing, should be humble snip
iicant q, the prison door. However,
hc granted the boon--led her 20 the
dungeon, opened massive iron door.
then closed II again, and tho lovers
were alone. lIo was leaning against
the prison wall, with downcast head
and his arms folded on his breast
Gently she raised the veil from her
face and Emmett turned 10 gaze upon
all that earth contained for him-thc
girl whose sunny brow in days Of boy
hood had been his polar star--thc mai
den who had sometimes made him
think "thc world was all sunshine"
The clanking OF heavy chains sounded
like death knell TO her ears, and she
wept like child. Emmett said but
litlie, yet he pressed her warmly 10
his bosom, and their feelings held ST.
lent mcciing-such r,cctiog, per.
chance, as is held in heaven, only there
we part no more. in low voice he
bcsousht her not to forget him when
the cold grave received his inanimate
baly-he spoke of by-gone days
the happy hours OF childhood, when
the hopes were bright and glorious,
and he concluded by requesting her
sometimes 10 visi,tho places and scenes
that were hallowed 10 his memory
from the days of infancy; and though
the world NIGH; pronounce his name
with scorn aud contempt. he prayed
she would cling TO him with affection,
and remember him when all others
should forget. Hark the church bell
and he remembered the time
Of execution. The turnkey entered,
and after dashing tear from his eye
he separated them from their embrace,
and led the lady from the Dungeon
At the entrance she turned, and their
Eyes met they could nc, say fare
well-'hc door swung on its heavy
hinges, and tacy parted forever. No!
not lOrevcr!-is there no Heaven?
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