Litchfield enquirer., 1847-09-16

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Bard. Sage and Tribune !--in himself
All moods OF mind contrasting
The tenderest wall of human wo,
The scorn like hghtnlnr blasting;
The pathos which from livaleyes
Unwilling tears could summon;
The singing taunt, the fiery burst
OF hatred scarcely human H.. .s~,
Mirth, sparkling like diamond, showed,
From lips oflife long sadness,
Clear picturings Of majestic thought
Upon ground Of madness as@
And over all Romance and Song
A classic beauty throwing;
And laurelsd Clio at his side 1%
Her storied pages showing. e fe u
All parties feared him, each in turn
Bcheid it's schemes cisjointed, a
As right or left his fatal glance .ss. ...
Sworn foe OF Cant, he smote II down
And spectral finger pointed.
With trenchant wit unsparing, .
And, mocking. rent with ruthless hand
The robe PreteGce was wearing.
Too honest or too proud to feign ....
"A love he never cherished,
Beyond virginis's border line
His patriotism persisted 49, qut
While others hailed in distant skies
Gu Eagles dusky pinion,
He only saw the mountain bird
Stoop DER has Old Dominion! nrs Il,
Still through each change Of fortune strange
Racked nerve, and brain all burning,
His loving faith in moi her.land
Knew never shade Of turning
By Britain's lakes, by Neva's wave, .
Whatever sky was DER him,
He heard her rivers rushing sound,
Her blue peaks rose before hini.
He held his slaves yet made withal
No false and vain pfetences,
or paid lying priest TO seek
For scr,ptural tfefences.
His harshest words Of proud rebuke.
His bitesest taunt and scornings 7i
Fell fre.like on the Northern brow
That bent to him in fawning.
He held his slaves vet kept the while
His reverence for the Human,
In the dark vassals Of his will
He saw but Man and Woman! . gen 4rj
No hunter Of Gods outraged poor
His Roanoke valley entered:
No trader in the souls Of men .
Across his threshold ventured ! y gg B,
And when the old and wearied man &a
Laid down for his last sleeping, 70
And af his side, slave no more,
His brother man stood weeping,
His latest thought, his latest breath,
To freedoms duty given, a@
With falling tongue and trembling hand
J. The dying blest the living.
Oh never bore his ancient State
A truer son or Drawer
None trampling with ca'mer scorn.
On foreign hate OF favor. Et ~
He knew her faults, yet never stopped
His proud and manly feeling
TO poor excuses Of the wrong e
Or meanness of concealiDg. ss h 81
But none beheld with clearer eye t
The plague spot Ger her spreading,
None heard more su,e the steps OF Doom
Along her future treading.
For her rs for himself he spake,
When, his gaunt frame upbracing, =.
He traced with dying hand " Rens0rse u
And persisted 10 the tracing.
A. from the grave where Henry sleeps,
From vernon's weeping willow,
And from the grassy pail which hides
The sage oi Monticello. .s5,r
So from the leaf-siFown buriaI-stone
OF RandoIph's lowly dwelling,
Virginia ser thy land Of slaves
A warning voice ID swelling as
And bark from thy deserted fields
Are sadder warnings spoken,
From quench'd hearths, where thy exile
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Their household gods have broken.
The Curse 10 on thee-wolves for men,
And briars for coTn-sheaves giving
Obi more than all thy dead Ienown
Were now our hero living!
Randolph nd ; hearty hatred q slava
| traders, and Il = ssid treated some Of thel
quite roughly who ssnfured TO cheapen d
chattles personal Z
See the remarkable statement Of Dr. ~
ish, his medical attendant. :
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