The Yazoo Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1840-1842, 1841-05-07
MAarIN W. EwINo, Secretary.
From the National ItelIigencer, April 9.
The Funeral.
What all the ponps and triumphs Of our lives
But legacies in blossom! You've.

LnG FUNERAL
What all the pomps and triumphs Of our lives
But egacies in blossom! ts YOU'VE.
When, but four weeks since, it was our
welcome task to lay before our readers a
sketch of the joyous scenes which marked
the Inauguration Of beloved Chief Magis-
trate, how little did we--aIas! how little did
any one-anticipate that our columns would
so soon be occupied with the particulars of
his Funeral Obsequies? Itseems, even yet,
but as q dream-some false, but affrighting
vision. Could the deep solicitude ofthe best
and the Wisest men-cOuld the fond the sam
gnine hopes ofinnumerable personal and po-
litical friends-could the prayers, the sincere
and ferVent prayers, of a multitude of Christ
ian people-could the undivided affection of
almost an entire nation, have secured to one
human being prolonged life and unimpaired
health and felicity, these would assuredly
have been the lot of WILLIAM HENRY HAIR
BISON. Never, since the times of WASHING
TON, has any one man so concentrated upon
himself the love and confidence of the Amer
lean People; and never, since the melan-
cholly day which shrouded nation in
mourning for his sudden death, has any
event produced so general and so profound
sensation ofsurprise and sorrow.
So brief had been the late Presidents i'll
ness that now, as in the case OF WASHINGTON,
there had scarce been time for us to begin to
fear, when the stunning blow of reality fell
upon US like stroke ofthunder from cloud
less sky. Men looked aghast, and staggered
as if amazed by something they could scarce
believe. But it was true. He who, with
open beaming countenance, passed along
our streets in the Joy of his heart-he, the
welcome, the long-expec;ed, the desired, on
whom all eyes were fastened, to whom all
hearts went out, who had within him more
stirring subjects of exhilirating consciousness
than have met in any single bosom since
| WASHINGTON was crowned with wreaths as
he came back from Yorktown, was on Wed
nesday last, within one month, lone little
month, - borne along that same crowded ave-
nue-crowded, not as before with a iubilanl
People gathered from every quarter of the
country, but with sincerely sorrowing null
titudes following his bier. AS the shouts
which then rent the air were the free spon-
taneous expression oflove and Joy offreemen
delighting to confer their highest honors on
one whom they believed to have richly de-
served them, SO, now, the tears which fell
from the eyes of woman, signs and looks Of
grief of gray-headed men, the general, uni.
versal aspect of public sorrow, were the un-
bought, the unpurchasable tribute of be.
reaved People to public virtue and devoted
patriotism. This was not the momentary
gush of feelings wrought upon by the pomp
and circumstance of funeral procession. Il
was not the sable car, the nodd:ng plumes.
the slow and mournful array-it was the
event itself-the loss of such man, at such
time, which drew forth these expressions
of public feeling. They will be substantially
~, ~ Of III A.
| it was here, so will it be every where.
When the words 1.-THE PRESIDENT IS DEAD
met the ear, the man of business dropped
his pen--the artisan dropped his tools-chil.
dren looked in the faces of their parents, and
wives into the countenances of their hus.
| bands, and the wall Of sorrow arose asifeach
! had lost a parent or some near and dear
/ friend. Could GEN. HARRISON now look
down on the land he loved, he might, in
deed, stread his history in Nauon's eyes
and those whose bosoms glow and struggle
with high purposes and strong desires for
their country's good, may learn in what they
now behold, wherever they turn their eyes,
how. glorious a re ward awaits the memory OF
those who faithfully serve their country!
But, while we mourn for ourselves, there
is no cause of mourning Oh behalf of the de-
ceased. The ray of his country's gratitude,
though late, shone in full splendor on his
departing hour. He had attained all that
man can reach of human honor. Freely,
spontaneously unanimously, had his coun-
trymen placed him in The highest seat they
had to give. He had done enough during
the brief time he occupied it, to show that,
as he had passed with honor through many
lesser trusts, so he was equal to this last and
highest trial to which his character and pow
ers could be subjected. As much as he had
opportunity TO do, he did we'll. The candid.
even among his enemies, (if there be any
who do not now blush to own that title1 will
admit this. But he had not SO far entered on
the tempestuous sea Of public affairs as to
expose himself to new and personal enmi-
ties from the discharge of his duty. Before
the storm had time to gather-before envy,
and detraction,. and party fury had begun.to
muster their stores of coming vengeance to
pour without mercy upon his head-that ven
cradle head, silvered with the frosts of age
and of long and aEduous devotion to bis.
country s service, is gently laid on the pillow
of DEATH In that sacred sanctuary, which
nothing earthly can invade, he sleeps in
safety from thestrife of tongues. His name,
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