The weekly Sierra citizen., 1856-06-28
Robert Emsnet and his Bride.


Twas the evening of lovely day-th the last day for
the noble and ill.fated Emmett young lady stool at
the castle gate, and desired adnittance into the dun
geon She closely veiled, and the keeper could not
immagne who she was, nor why one of such proud
bearing should be a suppliant at tine prison door.
However, he granted the boon-ed her to the dungeon,
opened the massive iron door, then closed again. and
the lovers alone. He was leaning against the
the prison wall, with downcast head and his arms
folded on his breast Gently she raised the veil from
her face and Emmett turned to gaze upon all that Garth
contained for him-the girl whose sunny brow, in the
days of boyhood, had been his polar sar-the maiden
who had sometimes made him think "the world all
sunshine" The cankng of the heavy chains sounded
like d. -ath-kne to her ears, and she wept like child.
Emmet said but little yet he pressed her warmly to his
BOSOM and their feelings held silent meeting-such
meeting perchance held in heaven only there we
part no more In low voice he besought her not to
forget him when the cold grave received his nanmate
body-he spoke Of by gone days-tle happy hours of
childhood, when his hopes bright and glorious ant,
he concluded by requesting her sometimes visit the
plas and scenes that were ha lowed to his memory
from the days Of infancy and should the world pro
nounce his name with scorn and contempt he prayed
she would still cling to him with affection and remen
Der him when others should forget.
Hark the church bell sounded, and he remembered
the hour Of execution. The turnkey entered and after
dashing the tears from his eyes he separated them
from their long embrace, and led the lady from the
dungeon. AT the entrance she turned and their eyes
Eet-they could not say tarewe-tie door swung upon
its heavy hinges, and they parted forever No! not
for ever ! is there no Heaven?
At sunrise next morning he suffered goriously-a
martyr to his country and to liberty.
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"And one-oer her the myrtle showers,
Its leaves 10y soft winds famed
She faded midst Italian flowers
The last of tht fair band.''
Twas in the land Of ly-wha magnificent scene.
A pale, emanciatcd gri upon her bed of DEATH Oh !!
it hard for her to die far from home in this beau
tfu land where flowers bloom perennial and the balmy
air comes freshly to pinng SOUL Oh! no--her star
had set-the ghtness of her dream had laded-her
heart was broken. When ties have been formed on
earth-cose burning ties-what is re heart-rending
and agonizng to the spirit than to find that last the
beloved one is snatched away and all our love is given
to.a passing flower Enough died-the betroth
ed OF Robert Emmet-the lovely Sarah Curran. Italy
contains her last remains-its flowers breathe THEN
fragrance oe her grave, and the uilng tones of the
shepherds flute sound requiem to her memory.
AND VIII thou ever, ever be unaith!u to me again?'
May, dearest he replied
And she Characterization Gazette
,And wilt thou be my faithful, loving wife Oh.
wilt thou? ~ OA'
And she sciited.-Johnson's aee.
Aad we snail live lovingly together in dear little
shanty-shant we"
And they shantied-Louisuille Journal
ana shai IT not be in some sequestered cave, where
the melody OF earth and air shall WOO repose?
And she cav-ed
The mines in Honey Lake Valley are not worth
much-average from two to FIVE dollars and flour and
bacon twenty cents.
Yraka.
Iae District Court has dispatched great deal of
business this week