Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-04-17
From the St. Louis Daily Bulletin, April l3t

DEATH OF PRESIDENT HARRISON.
be the seats of Justice-clothed in the weeds Of
sorrow, be the eltars Of the Christian |!
The venerable HarrisOn--the Patriot Soldier
the Just Mantle friend of Vrtue--is no more i
Our trembling pen can scarcely record the heart
rending fact He is dead Dead Can it be
Is it indeed so! Dead Just Heaven, how in.
.crutible are thy ways! Thou hast lifted him upI
until he stood object for the gaze of the wholeI
world-that they might witness Just Mans
death A cloud is lowering over our fortunes, andI
grief is at the heart Of the Nation; for she mourn
the loss Of gallant son. Weep, ye who in in
fancy, long past when the savage wrapt our cot
tage. in flames, and drenched our frontiers in chris
tian gore, beheld the upfted Ratchet struck FRONT
the murderer's grasp and the swanhiug hordes
swept away in their might-weep--for he who
barred his noble breast as shield between you and
danger, has passed from the Earth forever! Weep(
We, who ralying in the days of trouble flocked
around your country's standard and on the West
ern battle fields-at Tippecanoe-at Fort Meigs--I
and at the Thames, broke down and scattered theI
serried ranks of British soldery and their savogeI
allies--weep--forh he whose clarion voice directed
your actions amid the din of Strife and whoseI
form towering through the sulphurous mist of
battle led you to victory--is numbered no morel
with the living--that voice is hushed-that forInl
is low--that bold right arm is powerless Weep
ye--who but lately--when the nation was stag
Eering under the weight OF misfortune and error
when her prosperity had gone--when her ener-
gies were emascuated--and when corruption had
grown up among the heads of the people--with
one voice called forth from his humble home I'M
the West-the gray haired patriot to rescue once
more the falling fortunes of his country and placed
him in n seat--which the potentates Of the Earth
we'll might envy--weep--for 'death has rendered
your voices impotent--the Cincinnatus of the Re
public-the great man--is dead
And what an Eagle flight he took-to die!-
From boyhood up, he scared and gained an eyre
among the topmost Crags Of Fame--he gazed back
upon the dizzy track he had flown, then laid him
down and died. And in that flight not feather
on his winged spirit was ru1ed by the breath OF
dishonor. From obscurity, his course illumined
by the rays Of integrity. and virtue, and nerved
and directed by gallant and an honest heart, he
strobe boldly forward in the track OF Honor
Student-an Ensign--a Captain--a Governor--a
General Gallant Conqueror--a Farmer--a Sen
ator-a Minister, and the President Of his Natiu
Land-and when we add that in each and every
station he proved himself to be honest, patriotic
capable aud energetic--what more glorious eptap
could be inscribed upon the tomb of man. Whei
loaded with the honors which grateful nation ba'
showered upon him--when stretched upon bed o
State--the Chief Magistrate of a free People
his aged and war-worn bosom racked with pain
his silver hair smoothed back from his trouble
brow--his fine eyes glazed with the flmy torch o
DEATH and his gallant spirit struggling to get fire
no doubt as his last thoughts flew over the glo
rious past, II was a moment of happiness to him
for like the Elder Cyrus, he could inwardly an
with his dying breath exclaim, US the expirin
torch of life fiared up in triumph for an instan
"Ia every station IN phich hare been placed,
hare done my duty"
0H-By the steamer VIM. Penn, which arrive
yesterday afternoon, we received Louisville Jou
nal of the 9th, contai lining the following rnelanchO
tidings:
Extract of a letter to the Editor of the Cincinnu
Republican, dated
WASHINGTON, Sunday lo'clock, P. NJ
April A, le4l.
GENERAL HARRISON died this morning
half past l2 o'clock learn that his last wor
were spoken at twenty minutes before o'cloc
He rose in the bed and said; 81 WISH YOU T
UNDERSTAND THE TRUE PRINCIPLES c
THE GOVERNMENTAL WANT THEM CAR
RIED QUIT ASK NOTHING MORE"
died without a struggle.
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