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0)1 W^llWPNflJ . flWs WM^*»'j AA, 'l<iM»"ninifi»|fil.]i li i luai^ii.iaMiiiWwSi'n-l'iti'lXaiiXJiM iriiia'iirfiiiiiiiinLii'niJiii iif|'ltia>n|nni.|l)1ilijiiliii|?lii|'jil|'iiii ^^-JSSiSSS fcB!N*o EMBLEMS. tho* tilting it up and miependln* her eaattaai answer «», *I fe*v« nothing sssts as from a gallows. Several tiniest aha 'ta^Tfr|&4«4wrtiBlL' ' • C_." waald'st thou know —the emblems was thus hoisted into the air. these **Th.e> row, was at length pat about Tfe* i*it atiu»e FUMS «r r*»uy r»m«« f TOMftRt^JNlMit aim few *»t m ol ;j« is.* of Destiny, men jumping oat of the cart and let haraedk; she was dragged to the plaee ting the body fall to the ground when I* 10*«uarketl. tremulw* *t& g$* tfaftqtif $*| 1m That aat-owea land where the turrets where the car was converted into a ji Fanny Parneii, the unselfish, twetie * ^^p ^f "*^5^**fc??"^ . cad ace tbe beautiful mountains they thought her dead. Bach time, gallows; she waa placed under it. and fcoay imfw *© ffttjjr mm *fc*^***%f and self-sacrificing slater M on» pt however, as soon as she re/rived, and the end of the rope was passed over strains, B*r friend* ^#mea ty&fmfc Ireland's greatest leaders in this een> •he- muit atop ^Ifctafe «op tttfHN* Th« • -e the symbols proud of a race with the first breath freely expressed the backhand. The question was then r tury. lies in an unmarked amd neglect < ncowed, beir-looms of a nation her opinion of them, she was imme pat to Iter for the last time, 'Will you She knew* t*>% $$]m£ it&<jMr ed grrave in peaceful ,&n$ historic fust''isay« iitt oid. diately strung up again. At length, confess where Mr. Ellis is?' Her ans-'l strength m*&timyw? Aa#at*& Mount Auburn, at Cambridge, pass* A s'lsmror^-plant and a flag of green thinking she was dead, they marched wer was, 'You may murder me, you bwBtief into mm fe* mm *>£KiMttof? Attention to this fact, so steame&l to not liable for th.>4.bt*-of l and a t.ownless harp.of gold. off, but fortunately for her the noose •mains; but not one word about hj«u the race for which she and Iter broth had been adjusted by an unskillful will you ever get from me.' She naj er laid down their lives, haa recently Tfc* ntniw »ho lived Is i4««yff<8Uvty hand. She recovered, and it is a re just time to say The Lord Jesus have Ob. '• b'«*ssiEg en the shamrock; tis been drawn, and a movement Ms been w» htarken and always a%MJ " woSam can w4H .jnWe^ markable circumstance that this poor mercy unon my soul* when a tremena- "33" W " J^P "'Iff^' • %'»'' 'fill ' *^*S^.^^^^JJ4l^p :t"> f db.em of a faitb set on foot by certain patriotic And taey raise her body itHb ternae* woman was again subjected to a simi ous shout was raised by the yeomen; rbs<- -.-Tk the thrust of a myriad Irishwomen in the east, antd in Chi lar hanging after Robert Emmet's ar the rope was palled by all of them, ex hand's and bear her down to the, «"f,:d. and laughed in the face of cago to either build a monuxnent ove$ withoutunr ymvi«lon»; rest, but for all she lived many years cept those who held down the back her resting place or have hear renpalns main, ,-. afterward. part of the car. and In an Instant she ±1. 1' .te <f its own on the hillside alone, transported to Dublin and laud by the They lay her {a state in the moumhit was suspended by the neck. After she rway caid the verdant leas, "From this we see that the name of aide of her immortal brotheaf, Charlea shtp, like tfe* niy-maldi TOaihet fte* *oi ifiaikt^i% isiavTAj had been thus suspended for two oi t "Wirn a heart unbent and a martyr's Anne Devlin has Justly been- rendered Stewart Parnell. In beautiful CHagBevta And they sail to her isle across the, three minutes, her feet touched the strength through the gore-stained historical by her devotion and integrity cemetery. The project of thoae women, ground, and a savage yell of laughter «ea, where tbe people wait on the c?niuxles. to Robert Emmet and to Ma family -who loved Fanny Parnell for nor gen recalled her to her senses. The rope shore 1an# * wipe** '**ri tMJTCl. during these days of sorrow and ad ius and heroic efforts when alive, and round her neck waa loosened and aer To lift her in slleuoe wit& heads all Oh !• bi<??slng on her banner, there is versity, when friends weca few in now revere her memory, has takem no life was spared—she was let off with bare to her home for evermore, : .'P- in be em'rald green deed." definite shape as yet, but the coneum- 1 half hanging. She waa then sent to Her home in tht bear* of a*r«auntr£} ie-«ign $* ^imvmWW " I i <p (or I^P s'avp and hope for the Further very interesting particulars matlon will probably be that he^ re town and brought before Major Slrr. Ov a grave among; our tma brave in its folds of a lustrous relating to Anne Devlin appeared ia mains will be taken to Ireland. Short* ^B*H'£*« »tr» powir toeej^alti the Dublin Nation of Sept. 27, 1851* **^Io sooner was she brought before U warmer and dearer than* living on "neen: ly before her death she plaintively Kottldbtr v T\r hanner that soared o'er Benhur, shortly after the brave woman's death. sung "Shall Mine Eyes Behold: the No neeitx> dth oef •trangev'a tomb foar Undthe-tinieri alom) Her Itt inf» «cgBiM$t$£?r< *$m&torr **Wr*^ ••i trii-mpt beyond the foam, We quote from the very full account as Glory of My Country V And as if fair hair's pillow now net b* out of erne*/ Bra wtstad*^ s y ' flutter and soar In pride once follows: _ feeling that her longing would not be [a the sacred clay of her country, ana," town btrors- «JCQI1 -fqftH** u**ra the* •" more o'er battlefields at home. Died, on Thursday of last week, after granted she saw in vision tho tri the sky above her brow* la* of tfia «tat*' llv^Ta* *«to *m«* a long life of hard drudgery and many umph of the land she loved: Is the same that smiled and vrept on< u*3 .AnJ lb«- 'vie of her soul, that harp of trials and privations, in a wretched t or tn» Jnacav Thare TO* 9? ir*»fe OfW-^-. H f-'ri. doth tell of her chequered hovel in the Liberties, one of the. most Ah, the tramp of feet victorious, I her south, and the grass around la deepi, -< of lhnd-»p«cnl»tlait in-Coftrado at t*»t " .1 St. heroic and true-hearted women known should hear them, time* aaa" the cauaci^aa f$»(l oriay*- '. ' » 'rod red years and the sacrp.! to Irish history—Anne Devlin, who 'Hid the shamrocks and the mosses, With the clinging 'naves of the shim- lorout new atrtffca>^a#^rt«na|mr Hit*. £3 '»«-s pnd the fight where the die w^is Robert Emmet's servant In tho My heart should toss within the shroud rock that cover her peacefot «l»ep. « is r»ast house at Butterfield Lane eight and and quiver, Undreaming there she will rest and;' city priViTe#»i|!{i ^i »he to- oh of its cords flashed fiery forty yeare ago. As the captive dreamer tosses; watt la the tomb iptir -xiBpi!^>4ri!M^M|^;r . iif$iift^si»yo^ '^•^1^.'. sword? where far o'er the moun- This was the woman who bore to be I should turn and rend the cexe clothe? Till she hears mnn** ifteart§,.lllk <&*•;,i^^ . 'alns brown, pricked with yeoman bayonets, to be round me, seeds in tprloft aW •Hrttair-& tHfc'--^&W--iwrtiajaii1aBy> fe^ea?^ftfe-"*«^^»|f^'SB«iFv,:.i. awake,' ••. - ':..• .; sV'W^i1lt^l*s««#i!|ettf< "With thp SP(ting sun the clansmen won half-hanged, to be imprisoned for years Giant sinews I should borrow, and the foreign flag went down. in a solitary cell of Kilmainham, to Crying, "O. my brothers, I have aftr rifl she feels the; inojrtai otWHilfrtkifc .$^^k0^'^^iit^-w^ see all her kith and kin prison bound, loved her, strain till the l^dus-aw^d'tnaja*.'aidi^Rife.'W'"^""'^'''* Oh stranger, such are the emblems of and her young brother foully done to In her lowliness and sorrow. Break? •'-•'• ^ ' V'-^t#«wi^fij •h» tp'p 0f Destiny death by her side: who resisted bribes, Xet me join with sou the juMJant pro ( a triplet guard To watch and ward that threats, torture and death itself with cession. Aad then, l4M)&<jUK3^ !^-.*!{i-^^ 'si (1 by a western sea. courage that never for a second falter Let me chant with you her storjr; smile and her. eyaa be foeis.ta «eev aa&pNW&J&INrfflis^. n Then contented, I shall go back to the When the cry goes out to- Ihf natter'^- WWW^&mt^ They're the symbols proud of a race ed, sooner than utter one treacherous ; f word of her master. And from a Shamrocks, that the •iofer'a iaa«:'|ls--fjri«i ,;:*'*' faibftimfcjmi m^^mi uneowed, heir-looms of a nation Grave of Anne Devlin.