Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1863-07-13
Emmett and his Love.

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Now for the last sad look.
The last faint cold embrace,
The latest kiss my love may print
Upon her lovely face.
Ay! bear her from my sights
The bitterness is past
But yet one charge my spirit leaves
"A dying one-the last;
Oh bid her love my name ....
Through death, lnfamy and shame.
Robert Emmett was a celebrated lawyer
and statesman of Ireland. During the strug-
gle for Independence, he stood formost on the
forum and in. the field of liberty of his native
county. He was the idel of Ireland.
"None knew him but to love him
None named him but to praise
Naturally of a warm, ardent temperament,
with a heat glowing with patriotism and a
soul fired with the wrongs and Indebtedness
| of his country oh is it any marvel that he
stepped forth in her darkest hour and Swore
on the Altar ofFreedom that his countrymen
should have their liberty or he would pour
out his hearts blood IN the cause. Unfor-
ts.1ately; he was betrayed nv bis eusn1ses-
convicted of the treason AMI sentenced to
be executed. He delivered a fne speech be-
fore the court which has been and will be
preserved for ages yet to cone.
Twas the evening of a lovely day-the
last day for the noble and i'll fated Eminent.
A young lady stood at the castle gate and
desired admittaHce into the dungeon. She
was closely yelled and the keeper could not
imagine who she was or WHY one of such q
naughty bearing should be an humble sup
plant at the prison door However, he
granted the boon-led her to the dungeon
opened the massive iron doc, then closed it
F. a rain-an1 tho 1ouopC alamo IL roc
leaning against the prison. wall with a down
cast head and his'arms Were folded on his
breast. Gently she raised the veil from her
face and Emmett turned to gaze upon all
Earth contained for him-the girl whose
sunny brow in the days of bnyhood had been
his polar star-the maiden who had some
times made him think the world was all
sunshine" The clanking OF the chains SCUM
ded like a death-knell to her ears, and she
wept like a child. Emmett said but little, yet
he pressed her warmly to his bosom and
their feelings held a silenb m~eeting-such
meetings methinks are held in heaven, only
Fthere we part no more. IN a low voice he
besought her not to forget him when the
cold grave received his BODY. He spoke Of
!, by-gone days-the happy hsurs of childhood
when his hopes " ere brigh and glnrious.-
And he concluded by requesting her some
times to visit the places and scenes that were
, hallowed to his memory from the days O
! infancy, and though the world might pro-
nounce his name with scora and contempt
. OIL he prayed she would sill cling to hin
= with affection, and remember him when al
others should forget. Hars! The church
bell sounded and he remembered the time O
execution. The turnkey entered, and afte
dashing a tear from his e1e-he separate,
IS them from their long embrace and led tn
lady from the dungeon. At the entranc
she turned and their eyes met-they coul
= not say farewell-the door swung upon il
;. heavy hinges and they pared forever. n
= mot forever-is there no heaven?
Ie t sunrise next morning he suffered glt
$ rlousiy-a martyr to his Gentry and to lib
% erty.
n one-o'er her the n rtle showers
ry It's leaves by soft winds fined,
= she faded amidst Italian hsgers
u 1he last OF that fair LAND.
Twas in the land of Ealv ~ uoo =