Tri-weekly journal. (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1847-188?, 1848-01-22
Vice Presidents.

PARTING INTERVIEW BETWEEN ROBERT En-
MET AND HIS BETRoTHED.-'Twas the evening
of lovely day-the last day of the noble and
Inflated Emmett A young lady stood at the
castle gate, and desired admiitance into the
dungeon. She was closely yelled, and the
keeper could not imagine who she was, nor
why one of such proud bearing should be sup
plicant at the prison door. However, he gran
ted the boon, led her to the dungeon, opened
the large massive door, then closed it again,
and the lovers were alone. He was leaning
against the prison wall with downcast head,
and his arms were folded upon his breast. GEN
It's she raised the veil from her face, and EN-
met turned to gaze on ali that earth contained
for him-the girl whose sunny brow had been
his polar star-the maiden who had sometimes
made him think the world was all sunshine.
The clanking Of the heavy chains sounded like
death knell in her ears, and she wept like a
child Emmett said but little, yet he pressed
her warmly to his bosom, and their feelings
held silent Eeeting-such a meeting per
chance as is held in heaven, only there we part
no more.
In a low voice, choked by anguish, he be-
sought her not to forget him when the cold
grave received his inanimate body. He spoke
of by-gone days, the happy hours of childhood,
when his hopes were bright and glorious and
he concluded by requesting her someti mes to
visit places and scenes that were hallowed to
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 with affection, and remember him
when all Others should forget. At this instant,
the evening bell pealed from the neighboring
church. Emmett started at the sound; and as
he felt this would be the last time that be
should hear its dismal echoes, he folded his be-
loved closer to his heart, and bent over her
sinking form with eyes streaming with tears OF
affection.
The turnkey entered at the moment, and as
though ashamed of momentary betrayal OF
sympa thy, dashed the rising drop from his eye
and frown again lowered on bis countenance
and as he approached to tear the lady from his
lembrace, Emmett, overpowered by his feelings
could maksro resistance, but as he gIoonnily
released her from his hold, he gave her min
{ eature of himself, and with this parting token
of attachment, imprinted the last kiss ofa dy-
ing man upon her lips. On gaining the door
she turned round as if to gaze on the object o.
her widowed love, and their eyes met-thel
could not say farewell-the door swung upor
its heavy hinges, andthey parted forever. No
not forever-is there no heaven2 At sunris'
next morning, he suited gloriously; martyr t.
his country and TO liberty.
"And oue-o'er her myrtle showers,
1t leaves by soft winds famed;
She faded midst Italian flowers,
The last OF that fair land ="
$ Twas in the land of Italy. Il was the gor
l. geous time Of sunset, in Italy. What mag
= Giicent scene A pale, emaciated girl lay up
on her bed of death Oh Oh it was hard 70
her to die, far from home, in this beautiful land
where flowers bloom perennial, and the bal
my air comes freshly to the pining soul. 0
no-her star had set The brightness of he
h dream had faded-her heart was broken.
When ties have been formed on earth-clos
$ burning ties-what is more heart-rending ant
: agonizng to the spirit, than to find at last tn
]. beloved is snatched away, and all our love j
: given to passing flower. Enough; she die
e the betrothed of Robert Emmet-the Lowell
/ Sarah Curan. Italy contains her last remain
n its flowers breathe their fragrance over he
! grave, and lulling of the shepherds Tut
e sound a requiem to her memory.