The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1888-04-07
SARAH CURRAN'S SAD FATE.
The Pathetic Story Of Robert Emmet
as Told by WASHINGTON
Irving.
SHE CARED NOT FOR SOCIETY,
And "Heeced Not the Song Of the
Oharmer, Charm He Ever
so Wisely"

CIdIMef, OI1rU LIE 4iVer
so Wisely"
It is a common practice with those
who have outIiyed the susceptibility of
early feeling, OF have been brought up
in the gay heartlessness Of dissipated
life, to laugh at all love stories, and to
treat the tales OF romantic passion as
mere tictious Of nove]ists and poets.
My observations on hum ole nature have
induced lue to think otherwise. They
have convinced me, that however the
surface Of the character may be chilled
and iroZen by the cares OF the world, or
cultivated into mere smiles by the art os
society, still there are dormant fires
lurking III the depths Of the c0ldest
bosom, which, when once enkiudled,
become impeJuous, aud aIe sometimes
desolatlng in their effects. ludeed, /
am true believer in the blind deity,
and go TO the full extent OF bis doc
trines. Shall confess it?--l believe in
broken hearts. aud Che possibility Of
dying OF disappointed love. do not,
however, consider it 81 nalady often
fatal to my own sex; but firmly believe
that it Withezs down many a lovely
woman into an early grave.
Man is the creature Of interest and
ambition His nature leads him forth
into the struggle and hustle OF the
world. Love is but the, establishment
OF his early life, or 81 song plped iii the
Intervals Of the acts. He seeks for
fame, for fortune, for space ln the
worlds thought, and dominion over his
fel'oW~inen. But a woman's whole life
is a history of the affections. The heArl.
is her world; lS is there hei. ambition
strives for empire; il is there her avarjce
seeks tor hidden treasures. ishe sends
forth her syuapathies on adventure; she
enaharks laer whole soul in the traffic OF
y affections, il siipwrecked, her case is
nopeless--xor it is bankruptcy Of the
heart.
To q man the disappointment of love
may occasion soEne bitter pangs: it
wounds some feelings Of tenderness-it
blasts some prospects Of felicity; but he
is all active being-he may dissi pate his
thoughts in the whiri OF varied Occupa-
tion; or uay plunge into the tide Of
pleasure; or, if the scene Of disappoint-
ment be too full Of painful associations,
he can shift his abode at will, aud TAX
ing as it were the Wings OF the morning,
Can ''t1y TO the nttermosb parts of the
earth. and be at rest -
But Woman's is COM paratiy ely fixed,
a secluded, and meditatlve life. She is
more the companion Of her own thoughts
and feelings; and if they were turned to
ministers Of sorrow, where shall she
look for consolation? Her lot is to be
wooed and won; and if unhappy in her
love, her heart is like some fortress that
has been captured, and sacked, and
abandoned, aud left desclate.
How many bright eyes grow dim
how many SOFT cheeks grow pa!e-hoN-
many lovely forms fade away into the
tomb, and none can tell the cause that
blightet1 their loYeiiness! AS the dove
will clasp it's wings to lta side, and cover
and conceal the arrow that is proving
on It's yiGals, so is it the nature Of
woman to hide from the world the pangs
OF wounded affection. The love of a
delicate woman isalways shy and silent
Even When fortunate, she scarcely
breathes it to herself; but when other
wise, she buries it in the recesses Of her
bosom, and there lets it cover and brood
among the ruins Of her peace. With
her the desire Of the heart has failed. |
The great charm of existence is at an
end. She neGlects all che cheerful ex-
ercises which gladden. the spirits,
quicken the pulses, and send the tide Of |
life in healJhful currents through the
veins. Her rest is broken-the sweet
refreshment of sleep is poisoned by
melancholy dreams-"dry sorrow drinks
her blood" until her enfeebled lrane
sinks under the slightest external in
jury. Look for her, after little while,
and you dnd friendship weeping over
her untimely grave, and wondering that
one. who but lately glowed with all the
rediunce of health and beauty, should
so speedily be brought down to dark
ness and the worm.'' You will be told
of some wintry- Chill. some casual indls-
position, that laid her low;-but no Que
knows Of the mental malady which pre-
yiolsly sapped her strength, and made
her SO easy a pr y to the spoiler.
She is like some tender tree, ths pride
and beauty of the grove; graceful in its
form, bright in its foliage, but with the
worm preying at its heart. we find it
suddenly whitening, when it should be