Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1847-12-24

ihughaht lipS, and now, welding the Pre-
sidentlal sceptre, which his father received
from the hand of Washington, the son of
the hero gazes with unspeakable emo
ton m the face Of the dying old man.
Again cur eyes wander from the faces
OF the encircling spectators to the visage
OF the departing hero, so withered If. the
brow, 50 CHASTITY pale, SO quive-ing in the
lips, so sunken in the cheeks, and vet his
countenance shines as with the last raw
of its closing hour
Harsl! The thunder of cannon, soften
ed by distance, comes through the window.
Inc Old man hears it; at once his eve
tires, he trembles up in the bed, and gazes
toward The light
1t is : his dying voice rings with the
ire Ct fity years ago 1t is the Fourth
IF JtIyt
That old man, sitting erect in Bis de,th
couch, his CHASTITY face ouiyerine into
youth again, may well furnish picture
Iof inc painters art Gaze upon him, in
ms hour CT his weakness, when, with his
hngers blue with the dea,h-chiH, ard his
brow oozinS with the desth-sweat, he
starts Up, and knows the voice of the can
non, and answers its MESA ge IL Is. it
is the Fourth of JUlyi' Gaze upon that
wreck OF body, Row quivering with the
soul aboutto leave it forever; quiverinq
ana glowing INTO youth again, and tell
me that the soul is not immortal
1t was sight too holy for tears The
spectators - man, and woman. and child
= ieei TIER hearts hushed with one com
mon feeling of admiration mingled with
awe. The son winds his arm about his
fathers neck, and whispers : Fifty
years to-day, you signed the Declaration
which made Us freer
How the memory of the old time rush
es upon the old man hearth Fifty years
ago; the Hall thronged with the Sicners
= the speech that rang from hic lips, WIEN
ms countrys destiny hung palpitatirg ca
MS words - the eloquence ofhis compat-
nots, Jefferson SANDING in the foreground
OF group OF heroes, Hancock smiling Sc
roneIy over the crowd, IN front OF the
old State House Hall rushed upon his
SOU, hat glorious memory, and made him
1--we again y it'll the men Of 70. .
Higher rose the waves of death -
Higher mounted the ice of the grave! =
Bluer the fingers, damper the brow, hol-
low and faint The rafting voice.
The old man sank slowly back in the
bed, while the ARA OF bis son, the .9resi-
dent, VAS ABOUT his neck. III is eyes were
closed, has hands placed on bis BREAST
he was siIdln" gently, almost impercept-
ably, 1870 death. The belt OF sunlight
That poured through the window over the
iiocr, moved along the carpet lihe tie
shadow OF dial, shortened, and was gone.
Sill he lived still faint fiutteriag Of
The shrunken chest, showed that tie soul
was not YET gone home.
1t |or'G AVE made YOU grow in love
N.'n deaf, - see how calmly he died -
Just as the shadows Of the trees were cast
lar over the meadow ~ the declining
sun = gust as the shout cf tie People, the
tha2Ge. OF cannon, tie lo.a &C tI.2 O. ater,
came sctieCed III the b.cezc, tkc old man
raised his head, Enclosed bis eyes
JcJlFS5R yct SlrviecS ? he said, and
the wave OF death reached las lips, and
he bEea.hcd 10 more.
1t was o'clock, CT the afternoon of
Juiy 9th, 1896, when Lokn Adams closed
Ia life Of glorious deeds.
jefferson yct survives =
While the words cf the venerable Al.
ans yet linger in our ears, let Us hasten
has crossed the threshold.
Emeroing sron tie shadows Of the
beautiful valley Of Virginia, We ascend q
slight elevation. aid by the light cf the
morning sun behold q strange structure,
standing amid grove of forest trees.-
III! one story III height, with elegant p,l-
las IN front, end dome rising above IFS
root, It strikes you with its singular, A.
most Oriental style OF architecture, and
yet eeeT2s the appropriate Ecale oG Phil
osophy and Thought.
That structure. relieved bv the back
ground o. towering trees, IS inc Homo of
Hero. Beneath the Greciaa portico,
the Poets, Artists and Philosophers of the
Old World have often paused, eager to be-
hold The Statesman OF the New World,
the Author OF the Declaration of Independ-
ence.
Ii is noon-day now - the summer sun
streams warmly on yonder dome; the
leaves are scarcely stirred into motion by