Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1851-08-18
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have been shaken but rude blast has
snapped it and they have fallen over
grave" On the day of that fatal event,
there was found. sketched by hisown hand,
with pen and ink, upon that very table.
an admirable likeness Of himself. the head
severed from the body, which lay near il.
surrounded by the scaffold, the axe, and all
the frightful paraphernalia Of high-treason.
What strange union Of tenderness, en-
thusIasm, and fortitude do not the above
traits of character exhibit His forii,nde,
indeed, never for an instant forsook hirn.-
On the night previous to his death. he slept
as soundly as ever; and when the fatal
morning dawned, he arose. knelt down and
prayed. ordered some milk, which he drank,
wrote two letters tone to his brother in
America, and the other to the Secretary Of
the State. inclosing it,) and then desired the
sherifls to be informed that he was ready.
When they came into his room. he had
two requests to makc-one, thai his arms
might be left as loose as possible, which
was humanely and Instantly accecdcd to.
81 make the other" said he, mot under
any idea that ii can be granted, but that il
may be held in remembrance that have
made it--itis, thnt may be permitted 10
die in my uniform" This OF course could
not be allowed; and the request seemed to
have had no other object than to show that
he gloried in the cause for which he was t,,
suffer. A remarkable example of bis pow
er both over himself and others occurred at
this melancholy moment. He was pas.
sing out, attended by the shcriils, and pre-
ceded by the execuioner. In oneofthe pas
sages stood the turnkey who had been NJ
sonally assigned TO him during bis impr-
sonment. This poor fellow loved him in
his heart, and the tears We're streaming
from his eyes in torrents. Emmett paused
for moment; his hands were not at lbcr-
ty-he kissed his check-and the man who
had been for years the inmate of a dun
geon, habituated to scenes Of horror, and
hardened against their operation, fell
senseless at his feet. Before his eyes had
opened again upon this world, those of the
youthful! sufferer had closed on it forever.
The curtain had fallen, the scafold had
its victim. and the worlds idle W ork wen,
on as usual, after youth, and genius, and
enthusiasm had thus mournfuly pas
sed away from it. But there was one
young heart which Emmett's image had
long made its habitation--that Of "his love
Sarah" That heart was broken now,
but the image still remained amid its ruins.
The sequelto her brief story is soon told.
Her home unhappy, hcriather offended her
mind daily harrasscd by associations remn.
ding 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 Captain Sturgeon. This gentleman
became deeply interested in her fate, and
prevailed on her, in her desolation, to ac-
cept his hand, though she truly told him
her affections were in the grave. In a few
short months she was there herself, having
died in 81 ely broken-hearted. That grave
IS the village of Newmarket, her fathers
Who can refused to it tcarl
The following sweet lines Of Moore com
her misiortunes; and it is said
that, when left alone, she was heard to sing
them at Mr.. Penroses:
"she is far from the land where her young hero
sleeps.
And lovers around her are sigliing
But cody she turns from their gnzc and wceps
For her heart in his grave is lying.
She sings the wild song of her deer nntiye pluins
Every which he loved nwakcning--
Ah! little think they who delight in her strains,
How the heart of the minstrel is brcnking!
He had lived for his love- for his country he died
They were all that 10 life had cntwined him;
Nor shall the tcnr Of his country DO dried,
Nfr long ralhiS lore stay dctmdAaa.
Oh mike her grave where the suubcuuis rest,
W hen they promise glorious morrow
They'll shine ON her sleep like smile from the
west,
From her own loved island Of sorrrow"
Captain Sturgeon, who survived her
many years, died in battle in the Peninsu-
lar war. Emmett's love brcathcd her last
n resigned and pious Christian.
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