The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1838-05-24

Whoweep, watch, pray, TO keep back dust from dust
And love, where love is but iount oftears.
Hemans.
We take from Pouisen the following notice
of the sudden and melancholy death Of DR..
ANToMARcHI, sent out TO ST. Helena by the
Princess Pauline, to witness the closing scene
in that mighty drama Of which her immortal
brother was the hero, empires the actors,
world the audience Every object that ava
kens his name, awakens the hearts sympathy
and the worlds homage. Who can doubt
that this mans destiny was at all times in the
hands Of Providence, who willed il to be full
filled! Is the circumstance Of the distant
death Of the illuslrious Exile any proof Of the
Divine displeasure : The great leader and
lawgiyer Of Israel was gathered to his fathers
amidst the mountains Of Moab, far from the
banks ofhis native Nile, where the daughter
of the Pharaohs found him Graded. Alexan-
der did not die in sight Of Greece he dis
appeared amid the pomp Of distant Babylon
Napoleon did not close his eyes in the pre-
sence Of France he passed away in the
gorgeous horizons Of the torrid zones. The
devoted companion of the ilusrious Exile,
Antomarchi, far from the sunny skies of Italy
sleeps sweetly with his immortal compatrio,
in the bosom Of green ISLAND Of the At
lantic, looking upon the New World, he
discovered, like the Sepulchre of Moses upon
the land of Promise
DIED,
At Saint Jago de Cuba, on the Sd Of April. 1898
DR.. ANTOMARCHI,w whose name is connected with
the late days Of the Emperor Napoleon, DR.. A. hav-
ing been his Physician at the Island of ST. Helena
DIR. Antomarchi left France about three wears
since for this country-his arrival in New Orleans
was greeted with distinguished evidence of public
honors The City Councils and the people Of New
Orleans, received the honored guest and conducted
him in procession to hislodgngs After displaying
his great medical skill in New Orleans by gratui-
tous devotion to the sufferers, Dr. A. travelled
through Mexico, and was on his way to the United
States when he stopped at ST. Jago de Cuba to visit
his relatives in that city, where he was seized with
the yellow fever, and in a few days fell victim to
that fatal disease No man had done more to relieve
the suferngs of his fellow men-his great skill and
his wealth enabled him to extend his kindness far
beyond the ordinary limits OF individual bounty.
Ger afriend's cold remains when we drop the fond
tear, ..t III .....
Whom in life we respect-whom in death we hold
dear,
Let stern apathy chide sensibili,y's sigh =
l ask not her frmness; for | too must die
Must leave some fond friend my sad loss 10 deplore
When sleep in the dust, and am busy no more.
The following beautiful and touching tribute
to the affections of the Princess Pauline, may
not appropriately accompany the Obituary,
as the grave has now closed alike over the
friendship and affections Of all:
THE PRINCESS PAULINE TO THE
PORTRAIT OF NAPOLEON. 4
NJ by oTwAY CURRY.
I" She died soon after, still calm and mistress Of !
herself except that in her last hour of agony, she
ofen spoke in so low tone that she could not be
heard distinctly; but her dying eye seadfas,ly fixed
upon her brothers portrait showed clearly that her
spirit was holding converse with him -.".
One hope in all this weary life,
One living, only joy was mine
With thee above its stormy strife,
10 rise, and reign, and shine |
TO bless thee when thy kngly name
Was blended with undying fame.
But now alike in ruin lie
Thy crowns, and thy imperial throne;
And thou hast journeyed far on high,
Into that world unknown, ,.
Which lies beyond those orbs of light
That greet us in the lonely night.
And j. alas when thou art gone
With the sweet music of thy voice
Iweep and there remaineth none
To bid my heart rejoice;
Oh, for that music's machless power,
TO soothe me in this gloomy hour.
feel the heavy hand of fate
lmpel me 10 the eternal shore
fear the grave, so desolate
And dark, that lies before:
Oh whisper me where thou art gone,
And cheer my dropping spirit on.
Ev'n now meet thy flashing eye!
- feel its spirit-thrilling glance,
Oh let me hear thy battlecry
My brother: "Charee for France I"
Alas, for thee Napoleon
Alas, for France when thou art gone
sJune 9, 1925. .... .
We take the following from the Eslahe Of March |