Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1851-04-09

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denial. Brief was his trial. He was SEN
fenced to be shot on the Retro, or military
plaza, at sunrise. With naughty composure
he received his sentence, for he yet dream
ed that she-she who was all-powerful with
her father-loved, and would intercede to
save him. But he knew not her high sense
of dutv. In vain he sent to seek an inter-
view with her. Her answer to his message
was brief, but she would deign no other
"Tell him to make his peace with God!
There can be no pardon on earth No, not
were he my brother y
And when, at the mornings first light, the
weeping mother and sisters ofthe condemn
ed, knelt at her feet and prayed for one
word of intercession for they knew that
even vet she could save that son and broth
er, if she would but ask his life OF her fath-
er, when in agony oftheir souls they spoke
of his youth and beauty, anu bravery, all
now about to be buried in the tomb OF dis
grace, J with cold stern look, as if her hearts
innermost veins were frozen, she answer
ed, she would have made me fatherless."
And, while in that energy OF despair
which will not listen to refusal, they yet
knelt in their tears and supplications, the
first raw of the morning sun, cast Its soft
light upon her pale cheek, quick rafting
volley of musketry was heard from the dl-
rection of the Retro. As its sound struck
her ear, she gasped her tall, graceful form
quivered like the aspen leaf to the gale; she
struggled towards the window, and as the
smoke rose lightly towards the sky, overthe
spot where now lay the corpse, she mur-
INJURED hoarsely-
"God have mercy on his souI' and talnt-
ed.
Duty had triumphed over love and mercy,
but terrible had been the struggle.
BEAUTIFUL SENr1MET.-John G. Whit
tier, the Quaker poet in writing about Irish
emigrants among us says. =,
"For myself, l confess | feel sympathy
for the Irishman. | see him as the repre-
sentative of generous, warm-hearted, and
cruelty oppressed people. That ne loves
his native land-that his patriotism is dlvi-
ded; that he cannot forget the claims OF his
mother island; that his religion with all Its
abuses is near to him; does not decrease my
estimation of him. A stranger in a strange
land, he is to me an object of interest. The
poorest and rudest has romance in his his
tory. Amidst all his apparent gaiety of
heart and national drollery, and wit, the
poor emigrant has sad thoughts of the 'old
mother of him. sitting lonely in her solitary
cabin by the bog side, recollections Of fa-
theirs blessing and sisters farwell: that
sister loved so devotedly, are hunting him;
grave mound in distant church yard, far
| beyond the wide waters has an eternal
greenness in his momory; for there, per-
haps lies "a darlint chile, or sweet crath-
er, once loved by him; the New World is
forgotten for the moment, blue Killarney and
the Lify sparkle before him: Glendalough
stretches beneath him its dark still mirror;
he sees the same evening sunshine rest up
On and hallowed alike with natures bles-
sing the ruins of the Seven Churches of Ire
lands apostolic age, the broken mound Of
the Druids, and the round towers OF the
Phenician sun worshipers, beautiful and
mounrful recollcctons of home awaken
within him; and the rough and seemingly
careless and light hearted laborer melts into
tears. 1t is no light thing to abandon ones
own country and household gods. Touch
ingly beautiful was the Injunction Of the
Prophet of the Hebrews: 'Ye shall not op-
press the stranger; for ye know not the
heart of the stranger, seeing that ye were
strangers in the land of Egypt"