The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-08-27

somewhere. Wherever this fellow chooses t
lead us, supposen
dream, for not one of them had yet reeaine,
MS reason thoroughly. A vague idea. no "
ever, had taken possession of the cornet tina
an eye ought to be kept on the general, lest h,
guide.
Placing him, therefore, between the sergeant
ana himself at the head OF the somewhat uni
| que column. and seeming to have lost sight u
some extent, of his own personal condition
the word was given, and they ell moved CT
under the guidance of the general who turned
ms face toward the village, scarce half a mile
Every body was up and astir as the party
| presented themselves in th.ir airy costumes al
the head of one of the streets, the comets uni
. ,or% at1raotlng crowd of persons about him,
| and number of urchins, that iIdalged in
many waggsh remark at his expense.
EARLY as il was the rumor of the manner in
Wnlch the soldiers had been outwitted at the
now the whole party, and, above all, the cor
net, were Jeered and jibed until they came op-
poslte the temporary barracks, which they at
once recognized, and when only they became
aware of the falsebood told them by the general
In relation to the County Cork. Into the ward
they all rushed at once, the sentry closing the
gates behind them when the cornet turned to
punish their guide, who had walk ed about half
pace in the rear, but be was gone.
The ruse in favor of the Widow Miles had
succeeded, and the soldiers after sp ing su oh
disgrace, and all, as it was supposed, through
their own neglect ard Drunkenness were
drafted into other regiments, for they had be-
come an object of such contempt and ridicule
that they were known only by the name of
General Jacks Guard.
The crisis of Emmets fate and that of IRE.
land had arrived at last, however, and tho pa
trot became anxious to such intensity, that he
never slept an hour at time, but was ever
engaged in perfecting his conspiracy.
McCabe was with him Whenever il was DOS
slble for him to be so, and he lad besides some
OF the best and trus,iest men in the country
at bis back. Every moment he could spare he
was, when possible with his beloved: but
from the number of blood hounds upon his
trail, he found the difficulties in the way Of
their interviews to have been multiplied
greatly.
At the risk of life and limh he had been Wis
iting her for a long time. But now. if death
stood by his side, he must see her on this
twenty second evening of July, the morrow
should witness his last throw of the die.
They met but the light had Left the ewes of
his betrothed, and there was no longer tinge
If color on her cheek. He eudeavo red to re-
assure ner, but IN vain ahe only shed silent
ears on his bosom. When she babe him good
hight, she whispered, while embracing yolun- |
arily for the first time:
Kiss me, dazzling, for the shadow has fallen |
IN both of u.s."
She left him in his anguish but still with |
lope in heart he sprang again into action in
family, and stood beside the shell that was to
'urst over the English power in Ireland on the
GLOWING morning.
The momentous hour arrived, and it's success
n his behalf and that Of his country may be
rest explained by the mere statement, that,
oward night, he bounded into the middle of q
lumber of armed conspirators who had assem-
lied in the vault of the old ruin in the ravine,
all their swords flashed forth |
" The cause of Ireland is lost Away to the
lount ains!'
And to the mountains they ell hied, where,
Or time, he eluded the vigilance of the Gov |
rnment. But bis deep and unalterab!e love
Or Sarah Cnrran sealed his fate for, against
he solemn advice of his friends, he refused to
uit ireland without clasping her once more to
ls bosom, and was surprised and arrested at
iarold's Cross, while lurking there in the hope
an interview wish her, were it even to be
be last.
Excuse my obstinacy" eaid he to his
riends. " but there is one to whom must bid
n eternal farewell before the serrors of Gov
rnment shall force me into exile"
1t were painful to dwell longer upon this
art of our story, or to refer, with any degree
{ mnotenese, as 10 how hopelessly the heart
Sarah Currsn was broken.
He was tried and convicted on the 18th of
eptember, and was executed on the folio wing
~ on temporary scsffold erected in Thomas .
rect, Dublin, opposite st. CGtharine's Church. | t
70 all have read his splendid speech in the {
ock, and apart from any political feeling, have !
irllled by its burning eloquence. His friend
oCabe, who somehow is not mentioned among
1859 who stood by him in the last hours Of
Is conspiracy, unlike him, escaped the rope
Id died in Paris in 1921.