The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1845-06-27
THE LAST OF THE REVOLUTIONARY
PRESIDENTS!

DhEW JASAOOlN ID uO ihoic' hue war
rior, statesman and Christian has passed to-
Ibis final home, and now sleeps beneath the
green turf of the Hermitage, by the side Of
the fond wife he loved so well. Yet, though
the dust will claim all Of him that is mortal,
Ibis fame will live fresh and green on the page
of his country's history, so long as truth, vir-
tue and single-hearted patriotism find admi-
rers. ......
The history of ANDREW JACKSON is the
history of his country, so intimately is his
name associated with her prosperity and her
honor. Among her warriors, he ranked
second only to the Father of his country;
among her statesmen, he took his place with
Thomas Jefferson. He was one TO be adm-
red for his patriotism, revered for his wisdom,
and loved for his virtues.
The death of Gen'l JACKSON, though long
Expected, will plunge the nation in grief,
and be regarded as national calamity.
Gen'l JACKSON, at the tender age of four
teen, enterad the army of the Revolution in
defence of that liberty 10 which his whole
life attested his answering devotion. There
his two brothers offered up their lives in de-
fence of the same principle; and he fo
whose death the people of this mighty repub-
|lic now weep, carried 10 that grave, where
he has lately been laid, an enduring memorial
of that fierce contest. Later in life, he com
manded the armies of the republic, and the
plains of Ialladega, and Emuck tau-of To-
|hopeka and Ne,D Orleans, attest his courage
land his success.
1t was not because ANDREW JACKSON
poured out his blood upon the fields of the
|Revolulion--it was not because of his sue
cess in defending the frontier from The to-
mahawk and scalping-Mife of the savage,
and New Orleans from pillage, and her
beauty from pollution by licentous British
soldiery, that he was so loved and reverenced
by the American people. Great as were the
services he performed in the field, greater
were those he achieved in the cabinet, as the
President of the country his arm had protect
ed. Amid the fire and smoke of New Orleans,
or while with impetuous ardor he was storm
ing the Barrancas, his courage and patriotism
were perhaps less tested than when he
Igrappled, in fierce contest, the money power
which was endeavoring TO sap the very foun-
dations of the republic. 1t was the stern,
ndomitable energy of President JACKSON
which saved the nation from that fell mon
1ster--which caused the Bank of the United
States, with all its train of vllainies, to be
driven 10 the wall, and TO sink with the
weight of the corruption itself had caused.
In attempting TO write notice of one SC
loved and venerated, we feel as if noticing
the death of relative, near and dear. Toe
long have we fought in the ranks of that
party of which, after the death of Mr.. Jeffer
son, he became the acknowledged leader
not 10 love that brave and single-hearted old
man, as the child loves parent; and when
we think of these things, and reflect that the
|eye which flashed in victory is now closed,
and the heart, so warm in all the generous
impulses of the human mind, is now cold,
we cannot but feel as though we had lost
the best and dearest of friends, the nation
] the wisest and bravest of her statesmen and
warriors, and-in the words of a poet, called
forth by the sickness which terminated his
mortal existence--that
"The word which bids his spirit hence,
Will wake nations wo;
And DER his calm and quiet grave
A nations tears will flow
For him, the noble and the good .r.
The cheftan of their love,
Called, in the fullness Of his fame,
To his reward above.
Twas he, who, when mighty host,
Flusl'd with victorious pride,
And aurels gaind in well.fought fields,
By life's rich current dyed
Swept, like whrlwind o'er our land
On victory's flaming
twas he, who met the battles shock
And turned the tide of war.
Twas he, who when mightier foe
The power Of glittering gold
Essayd on freedoms sacred walls,
Its standard to unfold
Mine the foundation of our rights,
Usurp the peoples will,
And bind us captive in its chains
Brilliant but fetters still
Twas he, who drove tn invader back.
In ruin and dismay,
And waved the starry banner out,
Ger freedoms guarded way
OH long and proudly may it wave
Bright emblem of the free
A token that nor steel nor gold
Our conquerer shall be.
And long, o Jackson shall thy name
Inscribed in living light
Be registered on history's page,
Each passing year more bright.
And millions, yet unborn, shall strew
Thy grave with summer flowers,
81 To prove their reverence and love,
As fresh and pure as ours"-0. Statesman.
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From the Cincinnati Enqurer-Extra, June H.
W Southern papers, received this morn
ng, bring us the mournful, but not unexpect. I
ed, news of the death of General Jackson
The greatest man of hisage, as soldier, states
nan, sage, is no more.
We copy from the Louisville Democrat Of
morning.