Evansville weekly journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 184?-18??, 1848-01-27

PARTING INTERvIEw BETWEEN ROBERT EN-
MET n HIS BETRoTHED.-Twas the evening
of a lovely day-the last day of the noble and
Inflated Emmett. A young lady stood at the
castle gate, and desired admittance into the
dungeon. She was closely yelled, and the
keeper could not imagine who she was, nor
why one ofsuch proud bearing should be a 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 a downcast head,
and his arms were folded upon his breast. GEN
tly she raised the veil from her face, and En-
met turned to gaze on all that earth contained
for him-the girl whose sunni 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
a 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 a silent meeting-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 sometimes 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; end al
he felt this would be the last time that he
should hear its dismal echoes, he folded his be-
loved closer to his heart, and bent over hel
sinking form with eyes streaming with tears O
affection.
The turnkey entered at the moment, and a.
though ashamed of a momentary betrayal o
sympathy, dashed the rising drop from his eye
and a frown again lowered on his counteDance
and as he approached to tear the lady from hi
embrace, Emmett, overpowered by his feelings
could make no resistance, but as he gloomill
released her from his hold, he gave her a min
eature Of himself, and with this parting tokeI
of attachment, imprinted the last kiss of dy
ing man upon her lips. On gaining the doc
she turned round as if to gaze on the object o
her widowed love, and their eyes met-the
could not say farewell-the door swung upol
Its heavy hinges, and they parted forever. No
not forever!-is there no heaven? At sunris
next morning, he suited gloriously; a martyr t
his country and to liberty.
ssAnd one-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. l. was the gol
geous time of sunset, in Italy. What a mag
nifcent scene! A pale, emaciated girl lay up
on her bed ofdeath. Oh Oh it was hard fc
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. o
no-her star had set! The brightness of he
dream had faded-her heart was broken.
When ties have been formed on earth-clos
burning ties-what is more heart-rending an
agonizing to the spirit. than to find at last tn
beloved is snatched away, and all our love
given to- passing flower. Enough; she die
the betrothed Of Robert Emmet-the lovel
Sarah Curran. Italy contains her last remain
its flowers breathe their fragrance over h,
grave, and lulling ~tonesof the shepherds lu
sound a requiem to her memory.