Within our own time pious and reverent hands have laid the remains of Henry Joy McCracken in the grave of his devoted sister. And what Mary McCracken did for Russell, has been done in turn for herself by a patriotic townsman.[89] Beneath the slab he has laid upon the grave in Old Clifton Cemetery brother and sister, once more re-united, await the Resurrection. “In death they are not divided.” Footnote 89: F. J. Bigger, Esq. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ SOME OTHER SISTERS OF ’NINETY-EIGHT ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Some Other Sisters of ’Ninety-Eight “O fair-haired Donough, dear little brother, Well do I know what has taken you from me.” —_Lament for Fair-Haired Donough._ MARY MCCRACKEN is not the only sister whose name is coupled with her brother’s in “the glorious pride and sorrow” of ’Ninety-Eight. We have already, in the preceding memoirs, met other heroic sisters and we shall now give a somewhat further account of some of these. MARY ANNE EMMET Mary Anne Emmet, sister of Thomas Addis and Robert, was worthy, both in character and brains, of her family. Born in 1773 she showed herself from her earliest years dowered with her full share of the remarkable Emmet intellect. She was carefully educated, mostly by her father, and acquired a knowledge of Classics of which many a University Don might well be vain. She was a vigorous writer; and her grand-nephew, Dr. Thomas Addis Emmet, tells us that he has in his possession several political pamphlets from her pen. “These clearly show that she must have possessed a profound knowledge of political economy, a familiarity with history and the body politic, gained only after careful reading and to an extent few public men of her day possessed.” Her most celebrated pamphlet was “An Address to the People of Ireland, showing them why they ought to submit to an Union.” Its method of _advocating_ an Union is, as Dr. Madden points out, sufficiently indicated by its title: “Of comfort no man speak; Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs.” —_Shakespeare._