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

Death, and with our hearts subdued in
awe, we will enter MONTICELLO.
Ihere IS group around his death bed
IN yonder room. Every eye is centered
on Inc usage of dying man: the bean.
'ifni woman whom you behold standino
near tne pillow, her e7es ELOQUENT with
emotion, is his beloved child. :
as ne rests before US On his bed &C
oeath' the centre of the silent group. we
VIII approach and look upon hin. A man
OF tail and muscular frame. his face denot.
ing IN every feature the power of a bold
and fearless intellect, his lips compressed
with stern determination, his blue. eve
1iusned win the light OF soul born to SWAY
the masses OF men, by the magic of Mind.
rs we approach, he looks up into the
lace OF the beautiful woman, and utters
these memorable words:
let no inscription be placed upon nv
tomD but this : Here rests Thomas Je3er-
son. the Author Of the Declaration of Ende.
Pende1sce, cl.d The Friend of Religious
Ereedom'
As he speaks, he describes faint ces-
ture, with his withered white hand That
hahd, city years ago, wrote the Declara-
uon OF independence. 1t is feeble and
WI herod now: time was when # wrote
CERTAIN words that sank into the hearts of
universal man, and struck the shackles
from ten thousand souls.
Against the frauds practisod by kings
and priests from immemorial time d
gainst the tricks of courtiers, the malice
OF olgots, the falsehoods OF tinc-servers,
who are paid 10 be religious, hired to
De great against all manner Of barbar-
liy' whether done by a New Zealand
cannl5al who eats the wretch whom he
las butchered, or the Spanish Inquisi-
ton, which, after burning. its victims,
consigns them pleasantly to N eternal
torture after death = against al wrong,
worked by the infamous or the weak UPON
Man. the child of divinity - was direct
cd the cloquence Of his Pen. The hand
that once welded that pen Of power, is
now chilled with the damps Of DEATH
As we stand gazing upon the dying
man, held enchained by the majesty Of
that intellect which glows brightly over
the ashy lace and flashes wildly in the
clear blue eve - the beautiful woman
takes the icy hands within her own and
kisses the cold brow.
The hand Of Death is on him now
Thank God that [ have lived to see
this glorious day!' he utters with firm
voice; and then raising his glaring eyes,
he gazes IL his daughters face while the
Ceath-rattis writhes in his throat - Name
dt.7nntjs Domine - we're the last words
of Thomas Jefferson.
81 the hour of noon. when the fervid sun
poured straight down on the dome of his
llc-mItagc, When Eot breath Of a!r rut-
FED tie leaf or stream, when IN the
midst q weeping throng stood his be-
loved daughter, placing her soft fingers
on ms Glossy oye-bails. pressing her warm
mouth to MS cold lips, died Thomas JEFF
foTson, The author OF the Declaration OF in
dependence. ..
He died some four hours before ADAMS
surrendered his soul. When the patriot
cf Quincy gasped jefferson still survives,
the soul OF Jefferson was already before
his God.
Il would haze been deemed a wonder
ful thing had either Of these men died on
tie Fourth of July, Just half century
after the day of l716. But that the Broth
els IN the work of freedom. the Master
Spirits O. the Council, who stirred up
meI7's hearts with God-iiIze impulses, aad
moyod their arms in glorious deeds. in the
Ozark hCur Of Revolution, should have died
not Only On tho Feurt.. of July, buc on
the same d2y, within u few hours of each
other, while bodily separated by hundreds
OF miles, their souls borne to Heaven with
the hymns Of q people freed by their Ia
nOrS. looks TO mo aS thr-1rh the 4 I'M 1-D txy
God had sent his Messenger and called
his servants home, thgs sanctifying by
th;s two-fo!d death the Fourth Of July Cor
eyermoro.
They met before the throne Of Cod,
and stood, solemn and awful, before the
t.ronS Of heroes clustered there.
*.Now, oh Lord! thou disrnissest me-.
Religion Is the best armour in the
world, but the worst cloak