Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1825-12-13
OK THE DEATH OF MAcDoNorcu

On THE DEATH OF MACDONOuGH
me whnior lies low--cold and nerveless is thc
arm th"t waved the c-brand-closed are the
eyes that beamed in triumph. Brave wa thv souI.
"Ne" tie ,iirm q "@''ie s'gsd CAIN wcrt thou,
when il howlcA forest around t.: wnen the
shafts of death swept numbers Fr',:n thy side.
Thou dds, NOS TALL III ba;te--'!la ilemaA sword
did not I.y thee low thy iyins .rosns were not
cheered Ivy thu shouts u; thy victorious hosts
through the b l'!c iL0u ildst pucsue thy terrible
path unharn!ed my country hailed me- as one
: of the bravest Of her seas aud hoped that thou
wouldst again brighten her prospects, if the gooav
night Of war gathered around her--,ut The band of
lingering disras" was LAID upon thee aud Inca art
gone-'hc hollow bf-rze sigh, through these frees
that must soon o'crsyndow thy arm; the Gews az
Heaven fali upon that sod, which vii! soon press
upon thy l(-iess breast
Gentln and kind vert thou-n,ild beamea ,hine
eye in peace Thou vert moved down green, O
warrior, but thy country will not soon forget thee
thy funcrA dirge is over-huShd is the dcaih roll
of tie drum--hushd the melancholy roer Of can
uon-the mournful toll of the muGied bells is heard
no more-but thy memory viii be cherished, thy
worth will nc ,cvered. and thy name will lie hon-
| o'ued, while the flag OF tiy country streams over
oceans waves. ". Y. fine. lean
From lie .N,adi,town Ga5ene.
| The youth cut down in the midst of hShopes,
and the ag-d dies with his n6rmities: the lowly pc
ilSbJ ana me hiHuI are laiU IN me diIet: one ana
ancther departs from midst, NEVER to return
cOfln rumDes after coffin, Join the dark caravan
! of death: the STROUD of the insatate grave hath
nantled down lis voiceless recess the ma ties of
our chIldhood-the guides OF oar youlh-h- cGm-
panon~ of our ripper years: Those that moved
WITH as, can no longer share IN friendship
/ those that scared ABOVE u, have passed beyond
| the reach of veuc!ation
Where Is He, whose hymn Of triumph once
fioated the waters of the North There is I.
wall on the Ocean, deeper than the sighiug Of the
wind through tie vessels shrauds. There are tears
there, cnursiug the cheeks of hardy mariners more
quick and scaldins than those which IA over com
mon dust! The banner That loated in triumph !.
now the shroud of the Hero! Alas, the Christian
PATRIOT -HerO-is no more! His desoiate House
is now more desoatc sill. Tie couuenance thai
gladdened it had passed away-jhe eye that noulC
greet him closed ere it startled at the dark com
ng of his hrarse. He will come to his house, but
o! how changed His iootstep will not echo on tn,
gloomy thrcshUld-uor his voicc be heard in tht
empty hall! The cry OF lamentatiou will be hearC
then but not from him though the partner Of hi
bosom is GoxE-it will be Of those whose heart
are breaking for them both
His strength was terrible the deck of battle
his courage calm, and even where the dead an
dying were hearse Tor the living The arm r
the Almighty was his shield, and his trust was j
the sod Of his Fathers. I heard the thunder
, his deck When Albion bowed to I'll, might
he was stern IN tine conflict, but wcPt ut rs clos
DER the vaIor of the conquered and fallen. Tn
maIvels Of his might are hymned by the aves, an
their voice viii be heard till it is morn in The grave