The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1844-01-11
EMMETT AND HIS LOVE.

Now for the last, sad look,
The last faint, cold embrace;
The latest kiss my love may print
Upon her lovely face.
Aye,sbear her from my sight,
The bitterness is past;
But yet one charge my spirit leaves
Adying one-the last!
Oh bid her love my name
Through death, throughinfamy and shame.
In reading the history of Inflated Ireland,
s>ssrfs>Ta nes the hears IA. ssfk 1df5}nsas'.1
scenes and murders, tot the simple and touch
ing incidents that adorn the lives of those
whose daring and minghty deeds stands as
record of cllivalry upon the brightest pa ge of
the annals of the world. When the mind
becomes diseased and careworn in conten-
plating the bloody transactions of the battle
field, and the wrangling Of the council cham
Der, with what transport and 10Y it leaves
them TO mediate on the fine affections and
amiable attributes of The inner man, and
pore over the scenes where ssioye and DEATH
hath sorrowful meeting.
Robert Emmett was celebrated LAWYER
and statesman ofIreland. During the strug-
gle for independence he stood foremost on
the forum and in the field for the liberty of
his native country. He was the idol of Ire-
land.
-sNone knew him but to love him,
None named him but to praise.'
Naturally of warm and ardent tempera-
ment, with heart glowing with patriotism,
and soul fred with the wrongs and wretch
lnd <Sfl I, n
he stepped forth in her darkest hour, and
swore upon the altar of freedom that his
countrymen shouldhave their liberty, or he
would pour out bis hearts blood in the
cause. Unfortunately he was beiryed by his
enemies, convicted ofthe crime of treason
and sentenced to be executed.
Twas the evening ola lovely day-the
last day for the noble and Inflated Emmett
i A young lady stood at the castle gate and
1 desired admittance into the dungeon. She
was closely yelled, and the keeper could not
Imagine who she was, nor why one of such
naughty bearing could be an humble SUPPLE
cant at the prison door. However, he grant
led her boon, led her to the dungeon, OPEN
{ ed the massive iron door, then closing it
again, and the lovers were alone. He was
leaning against the prison wall with down
cast head, and his arms were folded on his
breast. Gently she raised the veil from her
face, and Emmett turned TO gaze upon all
the world contained for him--the girl whose
sunny brow in the days of boyhood had
Ibeen his rolar star-the maiden who hat
: sometimes made him think ssthe world was
] all sunshine" The clanking of the heavy
r chains sounded like a deathknell to
! Der ears, and she wept like child. EN-
} met said but little, yet be pressed her warm
2 lly to his bosom, and their feelings held ST.
lent meeting-such raeeting, methinks, as i
' only held in heaven, only there we part NJ
, more. In low voice he besought her not I,
alforget him when the eold grave received hi:
II body. He spoke of bygone days--the hap
ipy hours of chhdhod-when bis hopes were
b bright and glorious, and be concluded b,
8 requesting her sometimes to visit the places
$ that were followed by his memory from th'
P earliest days of infancy, and though tbs
world pronounce his name with scorn ant
; contempt, OH be prayed she would cling T
7 him with affection, and remember him wiiel
a all others should forget. Hark! the churcl
II bell sounded, and he remembered the tim
of execution. The turnkey entered, and al
i Ter dashing a tear ffom his eye, he sepera'
ed them from their long embrace, and lie
e the lady from the dungeon. Atthe entranc
she turned, and their eyes met--tbey coul