The New era. [volume] ([Portsmouth, Va.]) 1845-1847, 1845-08-08

should be pleased 10 see his productions frequent
ly in the columns of the .Ne,D Era. We copv
from the Beacon of the 18th July.
LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANDREW
JACKSON.
Across the mountains from the distant West
There came n voice of mourning loud and deer
Ihriiilng with its sad tones each patriot breast
AND causing hearts OF sternest stuff to weep;
A Nation mourned from each embattled steon
through the rich valleys, by the sea- girt shore
from where Niagara's floods in thunder leap
And Mssissippi's turbid waters pour
Re-echoed the low sigh-a hero was no more
Proud honors have been paid the lannon's roar
In solemn mutterings peeled his funeral rite
HIS country's banner, that he so oft bore
To triumph, in the sanguinary fight
Half masted dropping hung, and incense BRIGHT
From Orator and poet wreathed his name
with periumed radiance no inglorious night
OF cold Oblivion could enshroud his fame
whose country's honor was his first and nob,est
aim.
And all is over now that noble form
Lies Wondering in the dust that patriot heart
Is puseless; but triumphant oer the storm
or party hate, and envy's venomed dart
His memory survives and doth impart
a lustre to his country aged sire
His son shall teach to honor: Historv,s chart
Record his greatness and like beacon fire
hume his Inatchless life and bid the world admire
Roll back times folded curtain; see DISPLAYED
On Orleans field long and proud arrav
OF England's veteran troops, as if arraved
For conquest, eager for the coming fray;
FIRMLY behind that simple breastwork lay
band of forest hunters in their eve
Shone resolution stern, to mark that day
with deeds of noblest valour; proud to die
sun prouder yet to achieve glorious victory
The onsets made; like waves against the shore
Storm driven on they rush to the attack
Wlth loud huzzas, heard DER the lannon's roar
AND clash OF steel next moment driven back
overwhelmed like forests in the whirlwipd's track
And strewn by hundreds the gore drencbed
plain;
While though the suIphurous cIoud o,orh.,
black ""Sing
Flash after flash the rifle pours; in vain
lhey turn and fly; earth's filled with Iegions of
the slain. VI
Again they form, again the serried ranks
Are broken, scattered-as the foamino wave
Is dashed to mist against the rocky banks.
The foe Is routed honor to the brave
Joy to the city which they fought to save.
And while the shouts of victory echo ronnd
Inc soaring eagle stoops his wing to lave
In foeInan's blood his screams of triumnb soun6
Ger CITY, plain and mount to freedoms farthest
bound. '
And An 81 Time rolled on and as the frosts of age
Did fall in silver showers on his head:
So honors clustered round the hero-saoe
HIS country's gifts for her in war he bed,
In peace, his counscls guided her he led
Democracy's bright van armed and arraved
In panoply of proof; dark error fled
Before him and stern Justice long DELAYED
fIashed IN nigh places, keen and bright her trench
ant blade. 'ei-
Hb nations orld choice, he filed the highest place
With false and dangerous doctrines vile and haze
Detractlon with its couched spear his life
attacked and party zeal with bitter strife
Opposed him (; but in the battle field
lie laced the lannon's mouth and scalpinp knife
Undaunted now he stood nor stopped 10 Yield
ana calnmnys arrows glanced upon his TEMPERED
shield. '
Firm as the hoary monarch of the wood
That filings its giant branches to the skv
Erect IN native grandeur, unsubdued
He 6attled with the storms which ragged on bieb.
AND ever as the gusty winds swept by
ana threatened freedoms shrine, his dauntlcss
Did battle their vain rage; with steadfast eve
He saw each danger, and on every hand
dispersed the lowering clouds, which lowered DER
the land. W. y -
And time rolled on his public course was RIM
Amid high honor and deserved praise;
The victor's crown, the civic wreath was VIZ,
And best the quiet evening of his DAYS:
He faded like the sun, his setting ravs
Still fingered DER the country that he loved
For to his calm retreat came statesman sac
10 gather from that wisdom time approved
Amid disease and pain enduring and unmoved.
And when the hour of his rest drew nirb
While mourning friends his dying couch went
No muttered curse or agonizinq crv
startled the silence With discordaut sound
But tho with anguish as with letters bound
Bright burning words, by inspiration Given
Turned mourning into hope then yloTvcro,,,..,.,
His spirit fled (from its frail body riycn) ''o'
From loving hearts on earth to loving souls in tI
ven.
No proud sarcophagus or kingly tomb
For him who gloried in a frccrnan,s name.
No painted column and no sculDtured dome
Can best record his greatness and his fame.
No-for peoples grateful love shall shame
The proudest trophy art Ger raised to pride
And TO the world this cpitaph proclaim
Here rests the Hero, Statesman, Christian tried
In peace, in war, in life, in death-hs countrv,s
pride. ~
A GOOD DESCRIPTION.
A Neyv