Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1844-05-23
No. 4.

the miner, and it echoes the word of blessing.
The farmer In The golden harvest takes up the
sound, and echoes Tue song. From the noisy
rooms of The factory. where the crash o The
machinery, no longer is mingled with he sroans
of the starved operative there comes floating
along ftom old men aud rosy-cheeked children
from stout nianhuod aud tender gIrlnUOd. cho-
rus Of joy, chaun,lng meIrlly blessings on his
head, peace to his grave, glory 10 h'S ashes,
eternal honor 10 his haiDe.
And why comes thu, mlagied song oi bless
ing from the mechanic and the mimsr. thr fac
Tory and The iaclnrychid, from ;he oprr-
alive of the crowded city and tie farmer oi The
golden plain?
The Man of Ashland first originated 'hcfu
AMID scorn and contempt defended. and al last
firmly established the AMERICAN SYSTEM, which
gives Independence to The American working
man, whether he tolls III the mine or "a the
field, In the shop or at the loom. which gives
bread to his table comfort 10 his iIrsslde, neakh
and happiness 10 his home.
Guardian angel el the mighty man, Thou o
whom his whole career has been delight,
thou 10 W honi the Past aud Future one,
roll aside The awful curtain thai stretches aiun.
the stage of Fae and give glimpse o tho
things that shall be. Were he guardlan sPIr-
it 10 speak, his nigh be The burden oi bis
Prophecy.
On that same gentle knoll Of 'se Ashland
hills no longer green hat wIhered by autumn
viewing the gIories of the sunset, ,Ireakins.
the west with dazzIln: red and purple and gold,
while clouded pillars and sunbeam temples pile
their forms Of grandeur along the horl,o" oi
the dylAg day, there stands The Man al Ash
land, silent and alone At the evening Iasre Is
lhe flush Of The day god OH his lofty brow. there
is The gleam oi tender memory and dear
forgiveness ia his clesr-srey eve, as he IuTns
lu the SouIh, aud looking 10 The hills nl cn-
nessee, bis soul remembers the Mighty Hero,
sheltered beneath the quiet root OF the Herml-
lage. Yes. yes, his antagon.l IN The grand
Tournament Of National fame, his rival Ia the
race Of honor the gallant General OF The war
so noby defended by The Man of Ashland now
rests beneath Ihe roof of the Hermltaee, his
arms calmly folded, his warrior-eye turned 10
Heaven, while his white hairs await the sun
shine of Gods eternal day. to change their
snowy locks to unladIng gold. And as the Man
OF Ashland gives his soul TO the memory oil tne
Man of The Hermitage, The Iear---oh shame 1t
mol with smile or a scoflhe tear gllsiens IN
his eve, and the fesling ollhe oIden time cof'es
throbbing round his heart. The political an
tasonist. The rival in the race OF honor, lhe bit
ter opponen, for the chair Of power, all, are
/ forgotten, while before the soul of the Man oi
the Ashland Hills, arises tbs mighty panorama
of New Orleans, the mist above and The ilafne
below; the banner of the stars still soaring aiOlI
in midst of flame, borne upward by the hand oil
lis warrior champon, the whi,e-hared Man OF
the Hermitage who at this evening hour, gazes
also upon yon red sunset, and whispers as ne
waits for The master, like Simeon oil Old
LORD, NOW LETTEsT THOU THY SERVANT
DEPART IN PEACE!
! And as the Nan OF Ashland gives bis soul
to the memory of The whue-halrsd warrior,
Nv HON God forever bless!) there comes echolns
along the twilight, air, lhe sound ef horses hoos,
breakinr the deep silence Of the Indian summer
eve, and then the horse and rider heave In sight,
and come painting up the hill. And as the horse
all white with foam dashss along the ascent ot
! the knoll, the rider whose attire covered with
the dust Of lravsl tell you he has hidden lar
and long, draws pacquet from his 'e't ana
waves 1t in the air Another nonent he has
flung himself from his panIlng steed, ne rush'S
hastily forward, and in sllsacs delivers the
pacouel to the Man of The Ashland Hills
}, Now guardian angel, we summon you Tor the
las. time Look well upon your charge as he
breaks the heavy seals Of this strange paeks'
His fingers tremble, his stature dllates and de-
creases with The lhrobbnss OF his chest, his
proud eye qualls and wandefs In Its s lance.
The paquet is broken And there Ia maniv
} words the electors of The nation met In solemn
council, send their message TO The orphan boy
f of Hanover, The young backwoodsman oi the
. West, the champion Of War in Tho Sena"
, Halls, the advocate of American Industry. thr
wrongea, the calumniatsd and the 'rIunphan'
And as the sun goes down 10 his chanhtr'
, of glory, The guardian angel smiles, and iufn-
ing frsm the Man Of Ashland as his towering
I frame swelIs proudly erect, whils his eye gath
srs new fire in it's glaace, The guardian sslrl'
of ihe orphan boy of Hanover, bows low De
, fore the altar of Americaa freedom, and on The
proud column by its sides, writes The orphan
!. age, the struggles, the wrongs and The triumph
OF gsaius IN single name, that sAines anu
r Ibrioatsn, even amid The names OF Washington.