The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-10-02

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boys have spoken his speech his
beautiful speeoh-ih defense Of him.
self and his competitions for the Irish
rebellion, and their attempt to seizv
the arsenal and the arms in Dublin
and set Ireland free. I wonder how
many Of the modern school boys ever
heard u u Emmat, ous uf tho 1obssstt,
purest and most eloquent patriots in
ali history. It took smart boy, a
gifted boy, good, kind. hearted boy,
to speak chat speech with feeling and
pathos. Chan Holt could do II, and
he was the only one Of our set who
could make the turkey bumps rice on
our spines and our hearts 60 pity-pat
as he stretched himself little higher
and exclaimed: ''Let no man write
my epitaph. Until Ireland is free,
let not my epitaph be written" He
had been already tried and convicted,
and when the stern old chief justice
asked him IL he had anything to say
why sentence Of death should mot be
pronounced, he made his speech. The
judge could not conceal his emotion,
and all the court was in tears. Robert
Emmett was very great man. Al
though but % years old at his death,
he was the peer and companion of
Curran, Grattan and Philips, and the
friend and college mate Of Thomas
Moore, the poet. When executed he
was engaged to Curran's daughter, the
beautiful Sarah, and Tom aoore has
written a charming poem about their
sad and broken-hearted destiny. Had
it not been for Sarah and his love,
Emmett would not have been tried, for
he and his fellow patriots, who were
leaders Of the rebellion of 1898, had
already escaped, most of them to
America, but Emmett fingered for
Sarah's sake and was arrested and
tried for treason.
Among those rebels who escaped to
America was young man named Ma
guire, who landed at Charleston and
settled there. He had some means,
and began business as linen mer-
chant, and prospered. Not long after
this he married an orphan girl, the
daughter Of sea captain, and they
lived happily together. Two children
were born to them, James and Caro-
line. No children ever had more low
ing parents, no parents ever had more
loving and lovely children, and for
years there was no foreboding Of any
calamity or affliotion that could or
would befall them.
But now, as, next Saturday, the
2e:A, IS ORPHANS day, my Tumiibations
that began with Robert Emmett have,
without design, brought my thoughts
along down to this Mcguire, who was
one Of his friends and compatriots. 1
wish to tell the young people little
story about what happened to James
and Caroline. It may read like ro-
nance, but it is al. fact The story
will fit the day that is to come, the
2eth, and will fit the orphans at the
home, near Decatur, and those at
Clinton, in South Carolina, and those
anywhere and everywhere, for it. is q
fact that 1O'per cent Of ala the chill
dren under IL years Of age are either
sss..hhesless or motheriess. Orphans
are the wards Of the nation, and are as
much entitled to our oare and mains
tenance as are the blind and the deaf.
Charity to helpless, .friendless children
is one thing we can all agree upon.
We may differ in politics or religion,
but charity is a universal sentiment.
The man who loves his fellow men
and sympashi.es with them in their
distress is forgiven for his faults, for
charity hideth a multitude Of sins. A
man may gamble orScheat or drink or
lie, Int if he is good to the poor and
friendless il balances tho scales. It
is a Dutch story that Jacob Snyder
kept mill. When he died and
Knocked atSt. Peters ae.s for admis-
sion. the good saint said 4" Jacob, yon
did keep mill down in del lower world,
and ) gu did sometimes take too much
toll--thee cannot come TO- sssAhl
coed saint, dotis true said Jacob,
sometimes ven do water vas low and
de stones vas dull, I did take alittle
tda much tell bn. 7 always ggavoo.;;ss IL to to
de poor. The good saint pondered
and ruminated long, but finally said.
Jacob, Jacob, / will let you in, but
Sit. do strain the gate.
In the summer Of 1915 the yellow
fever, that awful scourge. visited
Chafleston and in d weeks time had