The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1916-03-04

Saturday, March 4, 1916.
character. They would come to us as
strangers, and leave us as friends,
after sharing in our perils and elevat-.
ing our destiny. These were my OBJ
jects; not to receive new taskmasters,
but to expel old tyrants. 1t was for
these ends sought aid from France;
because France, even as an enemy,
could not be more implacable than
! the enemy already in the bosom Of
my country"
There he was interrupted by the.
COURT
Il have been charged with that i'm.
portance in the emancipation of my
country, as to be considered the key.
stone of the combination of Irishmen;
or, as your lordship expressed it, "the
life and blood of the conspiracy" You
Go me honour over much; you have
given to the subaltern all the credit of
superior. There are men engaged
in this conspiracy who are not only
superior to me, but even to your own
conceptions Of yourself, my lord-men
before the splendour of whose genius
and virtues should bow with respect
full Difference, and who would think
themselves disgraced by shaking your
blood-stained hand"
| Here he was interrupted
what, my lord, shall you tell me,
on the passage to the scaffold, which
! that tyranny (of which you are only
the intermediary executioner) has
erected for my murder, that l am &C.
and will be shed in this struggle of
the oppressed against the oppressor-
shall you tell me this, and must I be-
so very slave as not to repel it?
I do not fear to approach the Omni-
potent Judge to answer for the con-
duct of my whole life; and am I to.
be appalled, and falsified by mere
remnant of mortality here? By
you, too, although if it were pos
sible to collect all the innocent
blood that you have shed in your I'M
hallowed ministry in one great reser-
vcir your lordship might swim in it,
Here the Judge interfered.]
LET no man dare, when I am dead,
to charge me with dishonor; let no
man attaint my memory, by believing
that l could have engaged in any
cause but that of my country's lib
erty and independence; or that I
could have become the plant minion
of power, in the oppression and mis-
cry Of my country. The proclamation
of the Provisional Government speaks
for our views; no inference can be
tortured from it to countenance bar
barity or debasement at home, or SUBJ
lection, humiliation, or treachery from
abroad. would not have submitted
to foreign oppressor, for the same
reason that would resist the foreign
and domestic oppressor. In the dig
nifty of freedom, would have fought
upon the threshold of my country,
and its enemy should enter only by
passing over my lifeless corpse. And
am I, who lived but for my country,
and who have subjected myself to
the dangers of the jealous and watch
full oppressor, and the bondage of the
grave, only to give my countrymen
| fhoirs nj oh re- nd f,rxy So
dependence, am to be loaded with
calumny, and not suffered to resent
it? No; God Forbid"
l Here Lord Norbury told Mr.. Emmett
that his sentiments and language dis
graced his family and his education,
but more particularly his father DR..
Emmett, who was man, if alive, that
would not countenance such opinions.
To which Mr.. Emmett replied
Il '1f the spirits of the illustrious
dead participate in the concerns and
cares of those who were dear to them
in this transitory life, oh! ever dear
and venerated shade of my departed
father, look down with scrutiny upon
the conduct of your suffering son, and
see if have, even for moment, de-
Waited from those principles of moral
ity and patriotism which it was your
care to instil into my youthful mind,
and for which I am now about to
offer up my life. My lords, you are
impatient for the sacrifice. The
blood which you seek is not con-
gealed by the artificial terrors which
surround your victim-it circulates
warmly and unruffled through the
channels which God created for noble
purposes, but which you are now bent
to destroy, for purposes so grievous
that they cry to heaven. Be yet pa
tient! l have but few more words
to say-1 am going to my cold and
silent grave-my lamp of life is nearly
extinguished-my race is run-the
grave opens to receive me, and l sink
into it's bosom. l have but one re-
quest to ask at my departure from
this world, it is-The Charity of It's
Silence. Let no man write my cpl
taph; for as no man who knows my
motives dare now vindicate them 1ot