Weekly miners' express. (DuBuque, Iowa) 184?-1849, 1847-10-27

mid grove Of forest trees. But one story
in height, with elegant pillars III front, and !
dome rising above its roof, it strikes YOU
with its singular, almost Oriental style Of
architecture, and yet seems the appropriate
hermitage of PHILOSOPHY and thoughts
That structure, relieved by the background
of towering trees, is the Homo of Hero
Beneath the Grecian portico, the Poets. Ar
lists and Philosophers ofthe Old World have
often passed, eager to behold the Statesman
of the New World, the author of the Decla-
ration of Independence.
1t is noon-day now-the summer sun
streams warmly on yonder dome-the leaves
are scarcely stirred into motion by the faint
est breath OF air.--Uncoverng our heads,
we will prepare to look upon Death, and
with our hearts subdued in awe, we will en-
ter MoNTICELLo. s.,..,. s4a,
There is group around his death bed in
yonder room. Every eye is centered OH the
visage of a dying mai; the beautiful woman,
whom you behold standing near his pillow,
her eyes eloquent with emotion, is his be-
loved child. III. "
AS he rests before US, on the bed of death,
the centre Of the silent group, we will ap-
| PA""S'A uuA 1ooh pun ulllIs n man OF Lnll
and muscular frame, his face denoting in
every marked feature, the power of Q. bold
and fearless intellect, his lip compressed
with stern determination, his blue eyes
flashing with the light of a soul born to sway
the masses of men, by the magic of Thought.
AS we approach, he looks up into the face
memorable words
Let no inscription be placed upon my
tomb, hut this: Hero rests THOMAS JEFFER-
SON THE AUTHOR OF THE DECLARATION OF
INDEPENDENCE, AND THE FRIEND OF REL1-
GIoUs FREEDOM
AS he speaks, he describes faint gesture,
with h's wthered right hand. That hand :,
nifty years ago, wrote the Declaration Of In
dependence. 1t is feeble and withcred now;
time was when it wrote certain words that
sank into the heart of universal man, and
struck the shackles from ten thousand hearts.
Against the frauds practised by priests
and kings from immemoral :ime-agarlst
the tricks of eourtiers, the malice of bigots,
the taisehoods of time servers, who are paid
to be religious, hired to be grcat--against
) all manner of barbarity, whether done by a
, Ne" Zealand cannbal, who eats the wretch
whom he has butchered, or the Spanish In
. QUESTION, which after burning its victims,
conslgns them pleasantly to On eternal tor
: ture alter death-against all wrong, worked
, by tho Infamous or the weak upon man, the
child of Divinity was directed the elo-
quence of his Pen. The hand that once
, welded that pen Of power, is now chilled
with the damps Of death!
} AS VIC stand gazing upon the dying man
= held enchanted by the majesty of that in.
+ te'lect which gows brightly over the ashy
face, and flashes wildly in the clea. blue
eye--the beautiful woman takes the icy
D hands within her own, and kisses the cole
\ brow.
9 The hand of Death is on him now.
\ 'Thank God that have lived to see thi:
E glorious day!" he utters in firm voice; anG
then raising his glazing eyes, he gazes in
; his daughters face, while the death. rattle
t wrlthes in his throat--..NUNc D1MM1TT1s
: DoM,NE!" were the last words of Thonaa!
= Jefferson.
n At the hour ofnoon, when the fervid SUI
o poured straight down on the dome of his her
G mltagc, when not breath of air ruffied til,
lear or stream, when in the midst of weep
# ing tIlrong stood his beloved daughter, pla
e cling her soft fingers on bis glossy cye-balls
0 pressing her warm mouth to his cold lips
o died Thomas Jefferson, the author Of tn,
t Declaration Of Independence.
: He died some four hours before Mr.. Ad
ans surrendered his soul. When the Patri
d OF Of Quincy gasped Jefferson still survives,
= the soul of Jefferson was already before hi
}, God.
d It would have been deemed wonderful
thing had either of these men died on tn
g Fourth of July. just half a century after tn
H day of l776. But that the Brothers in tn
work OF Freedom, the Master Spirits of tn
l. Council. who stirred up mems hearts witt
h god-like impulses, and moved their arms il
20 glorious deeds, in :he dark hour of Revolu
If ton, should have died not only on the Fourt
e of July, but on the same day, within few
g hours of each other; while bodily separate
d by hundreds Of miles, their souls borne t
IS Heaven, with the hymns of people free
|" by their labors, looks to me as though Al
" mighty God had sent his Messenger an
it called his servants nome, thus sanctifyin
h b. this two-fold death, the Fourth of Jul
l. for evermore.
They met before the Throne of God, an
70 stood, solemn and awful, before the thron
: of heroes clustered there.
e *Now, oh Lord, Thou dismisscst me!'