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By our common parent tongue;
We will still be one.
Fathers! have ye bled in vain ?
Blessings sent by ihee?
No !-receive our solemn vow,
SPEECHI OF VINDICATION.-RODERT EMMET.
My Lords: What have I to say why sentence of death should not be pronounced on me, according to law ?-I have nothing to say that can alter your predetermination, nor that it will become me to say, with any view to the mitigation of that sentence which you are here to pronounce, and I must abide by. But I have that to say, which interests me more than life, and which you have labored to destroy. I have much to say, why my reputation should be rescued from the load of false accusation and calumny which has been heaped upon it.
Were I only to suffer death, after being adjudged guilty by your tribunal, I should bow in silence, and meet the fato that awaits me without a murmur; but the sentence of law which delivers my body to the executioner will, through tho ministry of that law, labor, in its own vindication, to consign my character to obloquy: for there must be guilt somewhere, -whether in the sentence of the court, or in the catastrophe, posterity must determine. The man dies, but his memory lives. That mine may not perish,—that it may live in the respect of my countrymen,-I seize upon this opportunity to vindicate myself from some of the charges alleged against
When my spirit shall be wasted to a more friendly
port; when my shade shall have joined the bands of those martyred heroes who have shed their blood, on the scaffold and in the field, in defence of their country and virtue; this is my hope,,I wish that my memory and name may animate those who survive me, while I look down with complacency on the destruction of that perfidious government which up· holds its domination by blasphemy of the Most High, which displays its power over man as over the beasts of the forest, which sets man upon his brother, and lifts his hand, in the name of God, against the throat of his fellow, who believes or doubts a little more or less than the government standard, -a government which is steeled to barbarity by the cries of the orphans and the tears of the widows which its cruelty has made.
I swear, by the throne of heaven, before which I must shortly appear,-by the blood of the murdered patriots who have gone before me,—that my conduct has been, through all this peril, and all my purposes, governed only by the convictions which I have uttered, and no other view than that of the emancipation of my country from the superinhuman oppression under which she has so long, and too patiently, travailed; and that I confidently and assuredly hope, (wild and chimerical as it may appear,) that there still union and strength in Ireland to accomplish this noble enterprise.
Let no man dare, when I am dead, to charge me with dis honor; let no man attaint my memory by believing that I could have engaged in any caizse but that of my country's liberty and independence; or that I could have become the Nant minion of power, in the oppression or the miseries of my countrymen. I would not have submitted to a foreign oppressor, for the same reason that I would resist the doInestic tyrant; in the dignity of freedom, I would have fought, upon the threshold of my country, and her enemies should enter only by passing over my lifeless corpse. Am I, who lived but for my country, and who have subjected myself to the vengeance of the jealous and wrathful oppressor, and to the bondage of the grave, only to give my countrymen their rights,-am I to be loaded with calumny, and not to be suí: fered to resent or repel it? No!-- God forbid!
If the spirits of the illustrious dead participate in the con.
cerns and cares of those who are dear to them in this transitory life,-0 ever dear and venerated shade of my departed father, look down with scrutiny on the conduct of your suffering son; and see if I have even for a moment deviated from those principles of morality and patriotism which it was your care to instil into my youthful mind, and for an adherence to which I am now to offer up my life! C
My lords, you are all impatient for the sacrifice. The blood which you seek is not congealed by the artificial terrors which surround your victim; it circulates warmly and unruflled, through the channels which God created for noble purposes, but which you are bent to destroy, for purposes so grievous that they cry to heaven! Be yet patient! I have but a few words more to say. I am going to my silent grave; my lamp of life is nearly extinguished; my race is run; tho grave opens to receive me, and I sink into its bosom. I have but one request to ask at my departure from this world,-it is the charity of its silence. Let no man write my epitaph; for, as no one who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them. Let them and me repose in obscurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed, until other times, and other men, can do justice to my character. When my country shall take her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written! I have done.
TIIE FIRST PARTING.--ARIAN DOUGLASS.
“Yes, I am off to-morrow morn!
Next week I sail for Indy!
Say, shan't you be, Lucindy?”
A summer Aower herself, the maid
Stood mid the sweet syringas,
A rosebud in her fingers,
Plucked from the tall bush in the yard,
Whose white flowers waved above her; And parting never seemed so hard
As just then, to her lover.
Her lip began to grieve; the red
Upon her cheek grew paler; " It seems a strange choice, Tom,” she said,
“For you to be a sailor;
"And when the wild, black clouds I see,
And when the nights are windy, 12"
“ Bless your soul! you'll pray for me; I know you will, Lucindy!”
The rosebud from her hand he took;
“This flower," he said, “I'll save it, And keep it pressed within a book,
Remembering who gave it.
For garden beds and posies,
I always loved white roses. “ They seem just made for weddin's; when
I come again from Indy,
Come, won't you?-say, Lucindy!”
Her eyes the quick tears tilling,
Lest she might seem too willing.
Here, all my life, you've known me;
No sign you've ever shown me."
My love, I've wished you knew it,
At heart to dare to do it;
“But when my mind was fixed to go
A sailor, out to Indly,
Oh, say it's Yes, Lucindy! ”
“Yes, Tom, it's Yes," she whispered, “when
I learned that you were going,
'Twas yours without my knowing!”
A rose-leaf from above her;
The first kiss of her lover!
Though stilled the song and hushed the laugh,
And hot the tears are starting,
JEPHTIIAHI'S RASH VOW.-Miss HOWARD.
From the 11th chapter of Judges.
The battle had ceased and the victory was won,
The wild (ry of horror was o'er;
With a soul breathing vengeance no more.
A tear stole its course from his eye;
And suppressed, while 'twas forming, a sigh.
“The yow that I made, I renew; 'Twas thy powerful arm gave the welcome relief, When I called on thy name in the fulness of grief,
When my hopes were but cheerless and few. “An offering of love will I pay to thy name,
An offering thou wilt not despise:
With the flames on thine altar shall rise."
Naught was heard, save the footfall around,