Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1851-07-30

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vision of happiness which my fancy formed
in the air" Emmett took refuge in house
which had belonged to his father, situated
about midway between Dublin and Rath-
farnham, village adjoining Mr.. Curran's
residence the Priory. Why this particu-
lar place of refuge was selected now re-
mains to be told, and a mourntul melan-
choly tale 1t is. Emmett's parents and MIR.
Curran having been acquainted, young En-
NETT used occasionally to visit at the Pro
ry. Miss Sarah Curran, the youngest daugh-
ter, was a lady great accomplishments,
hereditary talents, and most interesting
manners. Acquaintance soon grew into in
timacy, and intimacy into mutual attach
1t is said Emmett might have effected his
escape had he not fingered to bid last a
dieu to her he so dearly loved. He was
brought to trial as soon as the legal forms
would permit, convicted, as matter oil
course, and executed on The tollo,clng day.
One day previous to his trial, as the gov
crnor was going his lounds, he entered EN-
mett's room rather abruptly, and observing
remarkable expression in his countenance,
he apologized for the interruption. He had
fork affixed to his little deal table, and aP-
pended to it there was tress off hair. "You
sec" said he to the keeper, chow innocent
ly | am occupied. This little tress has long
been dear to me, and am plating 1t to wear
in nv bosom on the day of my execution !"
1t need scarcely be stated that the tress was
Miss Curran's. she was in his heart till it
ceased to beat. Within an hour OF his eX-
ecution he thus wrote of her: "My love,
Sarah it was not thus that thought to
have requited your affection. | did hope to
be prop round which your affections might
have clung, and which would never have
been shaken but rude blast has snapped IT,
and they have fallen over grave. On
the dav of that fatal event, there was found,
sketched bv his own hand, with a pen and
ink upon that very table, an admirable like
ness of himself, the head severed from the
BODY. which lay near it, surrounded by the
scaaold, the axe, and all the frightful para
phernalia of high-treason execution. What
strange union of tenderness, enthusiasm,
and fortitude do not the above traits OF char
acter exhibit His fortitudc, indeed, never
for an instant forsook him. On the night
previous to his death, he slept as soundly as
syer: and when the fatal morning dawned,
he arose, knelt down and prayed, ordered
some milk, which he drank, wrote two let
ters Zone to his brother in America, and the
other to the Secretary of State, inclosing it,)
and then desired the sherifls to be informed
that he was ready. When they came into
his room. he said he had two requests to
make-one, that his arms might be left as
loose as possible, which was humaneiy and
instantly acceeded to. 'l make the other,
said he, mot under any idea that it can be
granted, but that it may be held in remem-
brance that have made tit is, that may
be permitted to die in my uniform. -" This,
of course, could not be allowed and the re-
quest seemed to have had no other object
than to show that he gloried in the cause for
which he was to suffer. A remarkable eX-
ample of his power both over himself and
others occurred at this melancholy moment.
He was passing out, attended by the shcr-
ifs, and preceded by the executioner. In
one of the passages stood the turnkey who
had been personally assigned to him during
his Imprisonment. This poor fellow loved
him in his heart, and the tears were stream
inc from his eyes in torrents. Emmett
paused for moment; his hands were not at
iibertv-he kissed his cheek-and the man,
who had been for years the inmate OF dun,
econ. habituated 10 scenes of horror, and
hardened against their operation, fell sense
less at his feet. Before his eyes had open
ed again upon this world, those of the youth
fill sufferer had closed on it forever.
The curtain had fallen the scafold had
its victim, and the worlds idle work went
on as usual, after youth, and genius, and
enthusiasm had thus mournfully passed a.
wav from 1t. But there was one young
heart which Emmett's image had long made
its habtation-that of "his love-Sarah." l."
That heart was broken now, but the image
still remained amid its ruins. The sequel
to her brief sad story is soon told. Her
home unhappy, her father offended, her mind
daily harrassed by associations reminding
her of happiness forever vanished, she
sought solace in the friendly family of Mr..
Penrose, in the vicinity of Cork. She found
there frequent guest in the person of Cap
tain Sturgeon. This gentleman became
deeply interested in her fate, and prevailed
on her, in her desolation, to accept his hand,
though she too truly told him her affections
were in the grave. In few short months
she was there herself, having died in Sicily
broken-hearted. That grave is in the vii
lage ofNewmarket, her fathers birthplace.
Who can refuse to it tear' The follow
inc sweet lines of Moore commemorate her
m;slortulcs; and it is said that, when left
alone, she was heard to sing them at Mr..
Peurose's:
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,
And lovers around her signing;
Ru, codly she turns from their gaze and weep',
For her heart in his grave is lying
She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,
Every note which he loved awakng-
An Gti;. think they who delight in her strains,
Gow the heart OF the minstrel is breaking
He had lived for his love- for his country he died
rhcv were Ill that 10 life had rniwined him;
Nor soon shall the tear Of his country be dried,
Nor long ,riH his lore stGy behind h'n''
Oh make her a grave where the sunbeam' rest'
When they promise glorious morrow
They III shine her sleep like smile from the
From her own loved island ofsorrow"
Captain Sturgeon, who survived her many
wears, died in battle in the Peninsular war.
Emmett's love breathed her last resigned
and pious Christian.
*The color Of The rebel uniform was green.
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