Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-10-21

quency OF divorce cases, and the frauds
often accompanying them, remedy
should be found. Chief Justice Davis of
the supreme court of New York thinks
there is but one effective remedy, and that
is by an amendment to the constitution of
the United States comforting power on
congress to enact uniform divorce laws for
all the states and territories. Such laws
could not be evaded. and would effectually
put an end to the present system OF d.
vorce brokerage. Next to Polygamous
Mormonism, the present laxity of divorce
laws, and their lack of uniformity in the
different states, and the practice under
them, is the greatest crying moral and So
cial evil of the times.
In 1903, eighty years ago, Robert EN-
met, an Irish Revolutionist, WAS convict
ed and hanged in Dublin for the alleged
crime of high treason. He was % years
old. The plans of the revolutionists
failed, and he was fugitive in the Wick
low mountains and might have evad'
ed the pursuit of the government detec-
tives, had he not secretly returned to Dub
lin to have parting interview with Sarah
Curran to whom he had plighted his VOWS
of love. She was daughter of the cele-
brated and distinguished orator, John
Philip Curran. But for the impelling
power of this tender passion, and his de-
sire to bid the object OF his affections fare
well, he might easily have escaped to the
United States. But he was tracked to
Dublin and was arrested, tried and execut-
ed. Thomas Adds Emmett, brother
of Robert, with other Irish exiles, escaped
to the United States. He settled in New
York, became eminent at the bar, and was
Attorney General Of the State of New
York. He died in 1927. Sarah Curran,
Robert Emmes's betrothed, never recover
ed from the shock produced by his tragic
death, and found an early grave, The
poetic genius of Thomas Moore, warm
personal friend of the father of Sarah,
refers to the blighted hopes of Roberts be-
trothed in the following pathetic lines:
''She is far from the land where her young
hero sleeps,
And lovers around her are signing;
But coldly she turns from their gaze and
weeps,
For her heart in his grave is lying.
''She sings the wild song Of her dear native
plains
Every note which he loved awaking;
All, little they think who delight in her strains,
That the heart of the minstrel is breaking
she had lived for his love, for his country he
died;
They were all that to life had entwined
him;
Nor soon shall the tears Of his country be
dried,
Nor long will his love stay behind him"
The inspiration OF the bard of Erin was Pc
culiarly adapted to the utterance of national
sorrow, and as Emmett in his last speech had
asked that no man should write his epitaph
while. his country remained in bondage, Moore
exqisi tely throws his sad thought into verse:
sob breathe not his name, let it sleep in the
shade,
Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid
Sad, silent and dark be the tears that we shed
IS the night dew that falls on the grass DER
his head.
''But the night dew that falls, though in 81
lence it weePs,
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where
he sleeps,
And the tear that we shed, though in secret
it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our
souls"