Weekly miners' express. (DuBuque, Iowa) 184?-1849, 1848-01-26
iPARTlNG INTERVIEW BETM ZEN
ROBERT EMMETT AND HIS Be

rsARTlNG INTERVIEW BETN ZEN
ROBERT EMMETT AND HIS BE,
YRO1IIED.
was the evening ola very lovely lavI
the last day ct the noble and in .fated Eh,.
NETT. Ayoung lady stood at the castic
gate, and Observation-Disclosures insb the dun.
geon: She was closely yelled, and the
keeper could not imao Inc who she was nor
why one 81 such proud bearing should be an
applicant at the prison door. However,
"a granted the boon, led her to tie DUNGEON,
opened the large massive door, then closed
~ again. and the lovers were alone, He
WIS leaning against the prison wall with q
doWncast head, and his arms were folded
upon his breast, Gently she raised the veil
aroa, her face. and Emmett turned to pare
'"il all that earth contained for hiuLthe
Eirl whose sunny brow in the DAYS of bow.
hood had been bio polar star-the maiden
who had scEleti.nes made him think the
world was all sunshine. The clankinp q
the heavy chains sounded like q death knell
20 hoF ears, and she wept like IA child. En-.
Messs sad but little, yet he pressed her
warmly TO his bosom, and thei. feelings
held g silent meeting, perhaps, as is held in
heaven, only there we part no more.
In a low voice, half choked by anguish,
he basought her not to forget him when the
cold grave received his sinanimate body. He
spoke .ofbygone days. aud happy hours OF
childhood when his hopes were bright and
glorious; and he concluded by requesting
Der sometimes to visit the places aud scenes
that were hal'owea 20 their memory from
the days of their infancy, and should the
world pronounce his name with scorn and
contempt, he prayed she would still. cling
to him when all others should forget. At
this instant, the evening bell pealed from
the neighboring church Emmett started
ut The sound; and as he felt that this would
he the last time that he should hear it's be-
loved echo, he folded his beloved closer Z,
his heart; and bent over her sinking forr
with eyes streaming with tears of aft .ct;on
The turnkey entered at the mon, ent .n'
rs though ashamed Of a momenta.,v bntr.v,
Of sympathy, dashed the risip = drop frt,,
his brow, and frown again owered an y:
sountenance, and rs he APPROACHED IT,, 81.
the lady from his embrace: Emmett o,,s,
powered BY his fselings., could mai a M 81
.ss'stance. but as ha, gloomily ro,eas,,a h,
from his hold. lie rave her a n,;m;,,u~a ~
himself, and WIKI. this pa,tinS, t,Ion &C. -
sachment, iuhrinted the last k;s. nfnnv -
man upon Der lips. On gaining the joo
she turned round as if to gaze on the objs,
~ her w widowed love, their eees met-,Le
shey could no. say fa:ewe'l--the door SWIM
upon its heavy hipgcs, aud they parted 70,
ever. No.Hnot forever!--is there no heu,
en- Atsunrlse nextimornng. he suffsre
s.ol'ous'sia martyr to his country and lii
aM, one-o'er her the myrtle showers
rs leaves ny soft winds famed;
She faded 'midst Italian flowers,
e The last OF that fair land.
Twas in the land of Italy. I, was III
gorgeous time ofsunset in Italy. What
inagnlAilecent scsne! A gale. cmaciated gi
Lay upon her bed Of death. Oh! oh ! it w
bard tor her to die, far from home. in tn
beautifu! land where flowers bloom perer
n!ai, and the ba;ny air comes freshly to h
p,nlng soul Oh |! no-her star had Sc,
The brghtaass other dream had fsded-l,s
heart was broken. -.
"nen ties have been formed on earth
close burning tics--what is more heartren,
ing and agoniziag to the spirit, than to fin
al last the beloved snntched away, and a
our love IS given to passing flower!
nough! she Gle the betrothed of Robe
Emmett--t.e lovely Sarah Currah: ltal
contains her last remains-iis flow ers breath
their fragrance over her grave, and lulIin
tones or the Shepherds lutte sounds recu
un TO her memory. Chicago Journal.
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