The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1844-01-18
No. 8.
DEATH IN THE WHITE HOUSE.
FROM THE CITIZEN SOLDIER.

FROM THE CITIZEN SOLDIER.
Tread softly with solemn footstep. whis-
per your words in low voice, and let your
breath be hushed; for the air of the chamber
| is heavy with death, and the faces of all YOU
see are stamped with grief and the suppress
ed sob of the women, and the deep death
groan of the strong man in mortal agony,
mingle their notes of woe, breaking on your
ear like voices from the grave, and all around
is still and sad and fearful-for the HGRo is
dying. HIS keen eye which month ago,
met the gaze of millions, hailing him, in ali
the pornp of civic triumph, their Leader and
their Ruler, is now glazing with the chill Of
death, aud his soul is passing from Tie Visi-
bic to the Awful Unseen.
He is dyingi The light of the breaking
day falls dimly through the halfclosed shut
tiers, the lamp burns with sickly glare, and
in the mingled light appear the faces of the
watchers by the bedside ofthe dying, faces
wan and CHASTITY with prolonged anxiety and
anguish.
He is dying-his face, turned towards the
heavens, is paid and wan, the cheeks are
followed, the eye spnken; and the brow
damp with the dews Of death, with the mass
es Of gray hans falling back from lis outline
stands out boldly in the light, speaking much
of the might OF the HERDS mind, while the
whitening lip, the convulsve throb trembling
along the length of the face, the heaying
chest and throat strainng with the death rat
tie, all announce the passage of the grave,
and herald the approaching Of the Skeleton
God.
And around him gathered the friends of
his path, and the sharers of his Triumph
there was WEBSTER with his towering brow
and eagle eye, there CRITTENDEN and Ew-
ING and GRANGER, men of mind fsom all
parts Of this wide union; and there with a
face stamped with genius, and marked with
| a high honesty ofpurpose, GEORGE E. BAD
GER, the pride of North Carolina, and all
| here gathered round the bedside, to see
| the mighty man fight his last battle, and af-
ter having battled Death an hundred times
in the field, after having baHled with enc
mics more bitter than death, with SANDER
with falsehood, with low calufnnia.ioE, the
Hero was at last yielding TO the 6nal victor
Of all, whose throne is on the skulls Of ma
tong and whole sway is over the realms of
Iius.
lie was dyis,a A nsssth az.sss 2a.ss-ss;ss.I-
steps had topped the highest rock IN the
steep pat hway Of human ambition; a month
ago and bis name had gone forth 10 all the
world, as the Ruler Of the Great Land Of the
New World Freedom; month ago be had
stood on the Capitol, and lis gaze had been
met by the gaze of millions, and the earth
quake shout of free people had sounded
IN bis ear and filled the clear heavens above.
and now--the short space ola single moon
had waned--th e insign a of Power bad scarce
grown cold--the last shout wasyet sound T
inc in the ear, aud he was.sunmoned by a
migIliieF than the kings, or the people 70 the
throne Of lie Eternal God
lie was dying! Aud the scenes Of The
terrible night Of Tippeeanoe were again
around him, the dark and fearful nght,when
the yell of the savage and the CLEAN Of the
scalping knife were in bis camp; again he
led his ritlemen 10 the quick struggle Of life
for lie again he shouted the watchwoEd of
the charge, and a faint smile stole over the
| lips Of the dying man, as again he behold
the banner ofstars ars1 stripes in triumph
Hark--a faint murmur breaks from big
lips-his hands clutch nervously at the vacaht
air
He is again beside the Thames. He is
again with JOHNSON and SHELBY he is again
beside PERRY, and again the blue smoke Of
the rife winds up from the green woods, and
the war hoop of the Indian sweep along the
plain. Then the terrible contest the sweep
of Dick Johnson's mounted Rihemen in
their hurricane chargeagain passes before his
eye, and the old Hero, would shout with Joy
! L Al
death dew OH his brow.
Be is dying! for his death, the bright eyes
of woman shall be dim with tears and aged
men shall weep, and nation viii be sad
and gloom and civil corruption and LOCALIZED
anarchy shall pass like pail of gloom over
the land, and yet the fiat has gone forth God
has spoke it, and the Hero dies, ere yet the
Ireioicings of the nation are lost to his ear
And in that terrible moment when his
hands were interIocked with the hands 81
death, when bis mind was armed to super
natural vigor. and the Past and Future min q
led 10 his vision, then the thought of his
country arose on his mind, then the thought
Of the trust placed in his hands by the peo-
pie, burdened his soul, and with inc isst
struggle of life, he imagined man of nc
BILE heart and resolute soul standing befofe
him, he imagined successor of mind and
intellect, and the words broke from his lips
Isl wish you too understand the true pyin-
ciples of Government ask you 70 cafFf
them out i ask nothing more !"
/ 0.5-Just hear what Mike Walsh SAYS Of the
law in his Subterranean of The 18th, inst
| claws are made to protect the rich and