Year: 1859

"EMMET AND:HIs LOVE-


Now for the last sad look,


The last faint cold embrace,


The latest kiss my love may print


Upon her lovely face.


Ayl beer her from my sight


The bitterness is past


But yet one charge my spirit leaves


A dying one-the last


= Oh bid her love my name


Through'death, infamy and shame.


Robert Emmet was a celebrated lawyer
and statesman of Ireland. During the strug-
gle for independence, he stood foremost on
the forum and in the field of liberty Of his
native country. He was the idol of Ire
land.


'.Noue knew him but to love him


None named him but to praise"


Naturally of a warm, ardent temperament,
with heart glowing with patriotism and a
soul fired with the wrongs and wretchedness
of his country; oh !! is it any marvel that
he stepped forth in her darkest hour and
swore on the Altar of Freedom that his
countrymen should have their liberty or he
would pour out his hearts blood in the cause.
Unfortunately, be was betrayed by his ene-
mies-convicted of the crime of treason and
sentenced to be executed. He delivered q
fine speech before the court which has and
will be preserved for ages yet to come.


Twas the evening Of a'1ovely day-the
last day for the noble and ill-fated Emmet.
A young lady stood at the castle gate and
desired admittance into the dungeon. She
was closely yelled and the keeper could not
imagine who she was or why one of such a
naughty bearing Should be an humble sup,
plant at the prison door. However, he
granted the boon-led her to the dungeon
opened the massive iron door, then closed it
again-and the lovers were alone. He was
leaning against the prison wall with down
cast head anG his arms were folded on his
breast. Gently she raised the veil from her
face and Emmett turned to gaze upon all
Earth contained for bim-the girl whose
sunny brow in the days of boyhood had been
his polar star-the maiden who had some.
times made him think 'the world was all
sunshine" The clanking of the chains
sounded like death-knell to her ears, and
she wept like child. Emmet said but lit
tie, yet he pressed her warmly to his bosom
and their feelings held silent meeting
such meetings methinks are held in heaven,
only--there we part, no more. In allow voice
he besought her not to forget him when the
cold grave received his body. He spoke Of
by-gone days-the happy hours of childhood
when his hopes were bright and glorious
And he concluded by requesting her some
times to visit the places and scenes that were
hallowed to his memory from the days Of
infancy, and though the world might pro-
nounce his name with scorn and contempt,
oh he prayed she would still cling to him
with affection, and remember him when all
others should forget. Hark ! The church
bell sounded and he remembered the time
of execution. The turnkey entered, and
after dashing tear from his eye-he sepa-
rated them from their long embrace and led
the lady from the dungeon. Atthe entrance
she turned and their eyes met-they could
not say farewell-the door swung upon its
heavy hinges and they parted forever. No
not forever-is there no heaven?


At sunrise next morning he suffered glo-
riously-a martyr to his country and to lib
erty.


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sAnd one-o'er her the myrtle showers


Its leaves BY soft winds famed,