Mobile register and journal., 1845-07-05
From the Washington Union. THE DEATH OF JACKSON.
BY A. E. MEEK.

BYA.B R.. MEEK. 4 vail of woe through all the land. A stricken nations plaintiVe cry! Sackcloth and gloom on every hand! A shadow OCT the sunny sky! The Inuffed drum, the tolllnR bsil' The 'planiBg bug les sinking breath, The booming cannon's sudden sNoll- All speak thy presence, mighty Death Yes! see the star-winged eagle stoopa, And in the darkness folds his wingSi And To! yon lordly banner droops That never yelled before king! Oh, why this general grief and gloomi And why this sudden, sad eclipseI Ahl list-the paintiva answers coma, In sobbing tones, frnm freedoms hps- Columbafs stricken children mourn 4 chief and prophet from their attGr'tor" We'll may ye weep! COlumbia's sons Ofevery creed and party weep For never, from your treasured ones, A nober soul has sunk to sleep. Your country's latest boast and pride; His ialne has spread u'er all tho world, And poured her giory's starry tide Whets'er her banners were unfured' The ngtons of each distant clime Have learned to breathe his mighty nSmei And scholars scroll, aud minstrefs rhyme Have wed il to immortal lame! Such spirits are a nations stars Without tn enl, history were darki And oh! amid lies ocean jars,
 Would perish frsedoms fragile bark Then weep, with tides of deepest grief, The hero, patriot, statesman, sage, and chief! Vail for ihe warrior of the Vest Who, in your country's motuing hour, Though but boy, exposed his breast To shield her from tyraups power. An! see his fair and sken curls
 Stained with the crimson cutrent's hue' Yet bravely still his arm unfuris
 'The strurglinR standard of the few! Years pass and, by deep forest streams, He auella N savage foeman's power; Tnl through the trees, tho genial beams Ofpeace dispense their golden shower! Again, by MiSsssippfs wave,
 He sees our oIden foemen pour; But ever holh and prompt to save, He hurls the fitans from the shore! Then weep your mighuest warrior deat, Who thrice your counry saved from hoslio troaa' But now the sage and statesman mourn! For he great iu peace as war; And laurel-wre eaths his brow adorn, More brIg than victory circled there! In vision keen, in judgment sound,
 In honest effort ever true, In knowledge of the heart pr0found An inspiration thence he drew. His country owned his sterling worth, And placed him in her chosen ssat, Above the nfliest thrones ri earth With lyrants crouching at his feet Nobly he filled his kinEly sphere;
 And ever, like the Olden sage, Led on his couptrymcn to share
 The treasures of the promised age! Then mourn, oh! ref and widow'd land, Tho latest ruler of thine early band! Yes freemen, mours! but, midst the gloom, Your grief and darkness to assuage, Turn back yonr eyes, and view yon room Within his own loved HERMITAGE! The sunset of Sabbath eve
 Shines round that courh with golden glow, And u'er the kneeina forms that grieve, Aud round that head as white as snow! Ahi seem. he not some prophet old.
 Just ling ering the brink of time? And hark! what sceDes his lips unfold
 Ofpleasurc in the blessed cline! The sun sinks ow.-ahwatt his beam
 gliuering mist one moment given! Was it a shadow A drram!-
 Eiijah has gone up 10 heaUsn! Then mourn! hut rot ns II in tain;' Hi. memory. like mantle, shall remain! WASHINGTON, June 24, lS4b