Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1863-08-19

By the hopes of the good an the cause of
That when he was mouldering in the cold
grave
!, bis enemies never should have it to boast
his scorn of their vengeance one moment
was lost
His bosom might bleed, but his check should
be dhry
Forundaunted be lived, and undaunted
he'd die.
| Well. as few weeks was over and gone.
The terrible day iv thrial KEN on;
There was sich crowd there was scarce
room to stand,
An sogers On guard, an dhragoons sword
in hand,
AM the court house so full that the people
were bothered,
An attorneys an criers on the pint iv bein'
smothered;
An counselors almost gev over for dead,
An the jury sttin' up in their box over
head;
An the judge settled out SC determined an
big,
With his gown on his back, an ar illigant
new wig
AM silence was called, an the minute it
was said
/ The court was as still as the face of the
dead
And they heard but the openin' of one
prison lock,
AM Shamus O'Brien KEN into the dock
For one minute he turned his eye round on
the throng,
AM he looked at the bars, SO firm an SO
strong,
AM he saw that he had not hope nor
friend,
A chance to escape, nor word to defend
An he folded his arms as he stood there
alone.
As calm ana as cold as a statue of stone;
And they read a big writin', a yard long at
laste.
An Jim didn't understand it, nor mind il
a taste,
AM the Judge took big pinch iv snuff, an
he says.
Are you guilty or not, Jim O'Brien, av
sou phase 2'
An all held their breath in the silence of
dhread,
An Shamus O'Brien made answer and
said,
" My Lord. if you ask me if in my life time
| thought any treason, or did any crime
That should cali to my cheek, as | stand
alone here,
The hot blush of shame, or the coldness of
fear,
Though stood by the grave to receive my
Death blow.
Before God and the world l would answer
you no;
But if you would ask me, as | think it ike.
1t IN the rebellion | carried a pike,
AM fought f'r ould Ireland from the first to
the close,
AM shed the hearts blood of our bitterst
foes,
| answer you, yes, an .ell you again,
Though stand here to perish, it's my glory
that then
In the cause was willing my veins should
run dhry.
An that now for her sake am ready to
die"
Then the silence was great, and the iurv
smiled bright
An the Judge wasn't sorry the Job was made
light;
By my soul, it's himself was the Grabbed
ould chap,
In twinklin' he pulled on his ugly black
cap.
Then Shamus' mother in crowd standin'
by.
Called out to the Judge with pitiful CIV,
oh, judge, darlin,' don't, oh, don't saw
the word.
The cratur is young, have mercy, nv lord:
He was foolish, he didn't know what he was
doin'-
You don't know him, my lord, oh, don't
give him to ruiz
He's the kiudiiest crathur, the tendherest-
Don't part us forever, we that's SO long
parted,
Judge, mavourneen, forgive him, forgive
him. nv lord
. An God will forgive you, oh, don't say the
word !"
That was tie first minute that O'Brien was
shaken,
When he saw that he was not quite forgot
or forsaken.
An down his pale cheeks, at the word of
his mother,
The big tears wor runnin' fast, one afther
An two or three times he endeavored to
spake,
But the sthrong manly voice used to father
and break;
But at last by the strength of his high
mounting pride.
He conquered and mustered his prief,s
swelling tide
An" says he mother darlin', don't break
your poor heart,
For, sooner or later, the dearest must part:
And God knows it's Detther than wandering
in fear
On the bleak, trackless mountain. among
the wild deer, =
To lie in the grave, where the head, heart
and breast
From thought, labor, and sarrow, forever
shall rest
Then mother. my darlin', don't cry any more