The Washington times., 1902-10-26

neglected the sanitary care of the conf
| mon sink in the place, so that 1t over
| flowed into the cells of the rebel pris-
oners, as all suspects were designated,
and 1t was in the room where that sink
was that their scanty meals were serv !
! &c to them, one by one.
We'll soon have your fine gentleman.
Mr.. Emmet, dining here" sneered Tre-
vor one day to Anne when she was TAX
ing her punishment diet OF bread aud
water there.
| "Divil q fear, whin he can have his
thice dinin' room an his chice company
in Dublin Cashtle.''
"Apd what will he do with Kilmain
ham jail?'
"Ordher 1t cleaned"
"And what will he do with me?"
"Musha, is it deaf ye are? 1 thought
l said he'd have the place claned.
The doctor retired to mediate new
punishments for her.
The sick boy died there on the third
night after his arrival. His parents and
his sister could hear his dying groans.
but they were not permitted to visit
him. Dr. Trevor was with the unfortu-
nate child when he expired. He NUT
tered .his regret that the little devil
did not live to suffer long enough the
rigors of Kilmainham. The prisoners in
the adjoining cells heard this. and when
he was gone they passed the sad news
along to the members Of the family.
Then broke out to the astonishment
and CONSERVATION of the English
guards the wild notes of the Keen,
the death song of the Celtic peoples.
Old Brian began it, and the weird and
heart piercing lament was taken up I'm
mediately by his wife and daughter.
In a wild poetry, the heritage Of their
race. they thus poured out their grief for
the lost one.
Brian-"oh. me darlin' little boy.
Ochone, Oh, you that had the face
bright like the harvest mornin', 1t is
dead you are in the prishon-house o
the red stranger, Oh. it's the heavy
sorra that's on me in me ould age. the
ould age that We KEEP off me, ashore!
For me heart lepped young when I'd
see ye souple in the fields, an | was
laughin' all the day at the dhroll say
ms Of ye! But the age is on me now
afrayeen'-could an heavy on me heart
it Is, like the shnow on the mountain
ireezn' In the grief, an the sunbame o
me darlins eye that could melt 1t is
sunk below the blake say o. death. oh
wirrha, wirrha, What did do to de-
serve it, at all? May God look dowr
an pity me and mine-for He CAM
comfort us-this day Of misery
ochone!''
Mrs. Devlin-"Oh, paushtheen bawr
dheelish.'' Hadn't God enough o'angels
without takin' you away, away? Hadn't
He enough O. flowers In Paradise with
out takin' the lasht bud from me bush
o. roses? An washn't there sthars
enough in the silky an bushes bright
enough for the mornin'-an' his eyes an
the bloom on his face not to be les'
to me. Och-och-ochone ma paush.
theen bawn, Butsure I'msinnin' sayin
it-it couldn't be the God that gave thai
jewel could rob a poor ould couple. All
no, An above all He couldn't do il
here, where we can't even look at oul
loss an wake him dacently. oh. sore /!
me heart! 1t was that cruel, cruel rec
tyrant that done this. VIII the Lore
be forgivin' me for all sed, an take ms
an Brian soon, an send Jamesy for IL,
when we're to go? Oh-lho-lho, oh
iho-lho!
Anne--"They killed you; they mur
dhered you, the dirty towards. Th
= crow kills the young aigle in the mesh
a on high Howth. They threaded to lie
/, the fine gossoon grow up for fear he,
desthroy them all. But, oh! Jamesy
s brother, don't go one foot into HEAVIER
It II you can help 1t. Hide on ever
r breeze that waves the green grass o
ireland, an whisper the hathred of tn
: stranger to every Irishman until the
: sweep the. Sassanach where they swep
: 'Oh, little love.
y s'Oh, fair sweet little child