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And when she dies, I wish that she would be laid by mo And lyin' together in silence, perhaps we'll then agree ; And if ever we meet in heaven, I wouldn't think it queer If we loved each other the better because we've quarreled here.
WILL M. CARLETON,
EXTRACT FROM THE LAST SPEECH OF
ROBERT EMMET. T HAVE been charged with that importance in the 1 efforts to emancipate my country, as to be considered the keystone of the combination of Irishmen, or, as your lordship expressed it," the life and blood of the conspiracy." You do me honor over-much : you have given to the subaltern all the credit of a 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 splendor of whose genius and virtues I should bow with respectful deference, and who would think themselves dishonored to be called your friend who would not disgrace themselves by shaking your blood-stained hand.
I do not fear to approach the omnipotent Judge, to answer for the conduct of my whole life, and am I to be appalled and falsified by a mere remnant of mortality here? By you, too, who, if it were possible to collect all the innocent blood that you have shed in your uphallowed ministry in one great reservoir, your lordship might swim in it.
Let no man dare, when I am dead, to charge me with dishonor! Let no man attaint my memory, by believing that I could have engaged in any cause but that of my country's liberty and independence; or that I could have Become the pliant minion of power in the oppression or the miseries of my countrymen. The proclamation of the provisional government speaks forth our views; no inference can be tortured from it to countenance barbarity or debasement at home, or subjection, humiliation, or treachery from abroad. I would not have submitted to a foreign invader for the same reason that I would resist the foreign and domestic oppressor; in the dignity of freedom, I would have fought upon the threshold of my country, and its enemy should enter only by passing over my lifeless corpse. Am I, who have lived but for my country, and who have subjected myself to the dangers of the jealous and watchful oppressor, and the bondage of the grave, only to give my countrymen their rights, and my country her independence, and am I to be loaded with calumny, and not suffered to resent or repel it? No, God forbid !
If the spirits of the illustrious dead participate in the concerns and cares of those who are dear to them in this transitory life, O, ever dear and venerated shade of my departed father, look down with scrutiny upon 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 instill into my youthful mind; and for which I am now to offer up my life. My lords, you are impatient for the sacrifice. The blood which you seek is not congealed 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 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 cold and silent grave: my lamp of life is nearly extinguished; my race is run: the 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 man 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 takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I have done.
CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.
LTALF a league, half a league,
Rode the six hundred.
Rode the six hundred.
Some one had blundered !
Rode the six hundred !
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Rode the six hundred.
All the world wondered!
Shattered and sundered.
Not the six hundred.
Volleyed and thundered :
Left of six hundred.
All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred ! TENNYSON. YOUR MISSION.
TF you cannot on the ocean
Laughing at the storms you meet,
Anchored yet within the bay, You can lend a hand to help them,
As they launch their boats away.
If you are too weak to journey,
Up the mountain, steep and high, You can stand within the valley,
While the multitudes go by. You can chant in happy measure,
As they slowly pass along; Though they may forget the singer
They will not forget the song.
If you have not gold and silver
Ever ready to command,
Reach an ever open hand,
O’er the erring you can weep, You can be a true disciple,
Sitting at the Saviour's feet.
If you cannot in the conflict
Prove yourself a soldier true, If where the fire and smoke are thickest,
There's no work for you to do,