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The enthusiastic patriotism which allured him to his destiny, and fortified him in all the tempest he endured of withered hopes and accursed tyranny, enabled him, it is said, to write the above lines with composure, and immediately after to meet his fate with unostentatious fortitude. The two brothers were alike, fearless of aristocratic or regal malice, and ready to die at any moment rather than be recreant to duty. Such is the inspiration which the good and the true imbibe at the shrine of righteous liberty.

In the van of a glorious morn not yet risen to full day, Thomas Addis Emmet was dragged from dungeon to dungeon, hunted from continent to continent, athwart seas and oceans, until he found a safe and honorable protection under the ægis of America. Here he pursued a long and glorious career. His death took place in the sixty-third year of his age, in a manner somewhat remarkable. November 14th, 1827, while conducting an important case at New York, in the Circuit Court of the United States, he was seized with an apoplectic fit, which put an end to his existence the following night. He was thus suddenly cut down in the fullness of his virtues, strength, and fame. It was only on the day preceding the fatal attack, that he had delivered a most powerful address to a jury in a cause of the greatest difficulty and importance. The whole nation mourned his fall. Precious and splendid tes

timonials immediately indicated the high place he occupied in popular regard. Nor was the respect thus proffered a transient emotion. In the crowded thoroughfare of Broadway, the admirers of genius and exalted worth may still be often seen to pause and contemplate the noble monument to his memory in St. Paul's church-yard.

This perpetuity of admiration mingled with grief, comports well with the character of the man we have attempted to described. He was as fascinating in private life, as he was splendid in the forum. His manners were conciliating and attractive to an extraordinary degree, blending the dignity and urbanity of the gentleman with the cordiality and playfulness of the friend. Like Hector, setting aside his crested helmet, that he might not frighten his boy, he laid aside all perfunctionary austerities, and put every person in his presence at confiding ease. Politeness in him was of the truest type, and flowed from its only true source—a noble, warm, and magnanimous heart. For whatever was amiable in childhood, or venerable in age-lovely in woman, or heroic in man-lofty in principle, endearing in friendship, or praise-worthy in enterprise, he had an instinctive capacity to appreciate, and spontaneous sympathies to embrace.