Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1848-11-16
Tie Tomb Of John Quincy Adams
ny GRACE GREENWOOD.

Bl GEA'I bRIENN NUOD.
But it was TO the tomb Of the greatest
Of the name that we made our pilgrimage
We found it in the quiet and modest
churchyard-a plain granite structure,
with no monument and no tablet, bear
ing only in letters raised on the stone,
the name, j. q. Adams
Al was unostcntatlons, severely SIM
pie, and purely republican, as the life of
|. the brave patriot, the conscientious states
man, and humble hearted Christian, gone
to receive his rcward-the rest, the love,
aud the Immortality ofGod.
4 As stood by the tomb, the events Of
the long and iIlus;rious life Of the sum-
bering inmate, passed in rapid review be-
fore me. thought Of the noble father
who bent with a smile above his cradle,
and Of the grcat-heartcd mother who
nurscd him. I thought Of the more than
Roman honor, virtue and greatness IN
stillcd into his spirit with chlIdhood' 5
earliest teaching. thought of the pa
'tient industry and loily ambition, gather
ing all together, aud boarding up all
varieties of knowledge of the high and
staiu!. 5 morality OF n life bcSet by many
and REGULAR temptations, OF all that grand
and beautiful preparation FOR the part 10y
heaven assigned in the councils of the
nation, in the history Of the republic, -
! thought Of the sunshine which had play
ed around, and the storms which had
beat upon his path, as he made himself
dearer aud dearer to his country, and
drew upon his head more and more Of
mad partiZan hate though of all even
to that hour when, full of honors and
years, he was stricken down III the nation
al halls, like a star struck suddenly from
the face of heaven, when, content upon
his lips, and divine faith bearing up his
soul, he waited in GOd's love, the swift,
silent coming of the angel Of death, and
when his last sighs went quivcrng up
through the same air, which years ago
had oitimcs trembed with the voice OF
his fervid and impaSsloned eloquence.-
Then a. gazcd upon that simple res
tng-place, said, This is the end OF
human greatness But my lips were
prolaned by the unworthy sentence.--
True greatness and goodness are as inn
mortal as the great, good God, from wh0m
they cmanate The greatness and good
ness of Adams belong to us and our
country forever, legacy, grand, bcautI-
ful, priceless, and impcrlShable.
A friend in company, the gifted artist,
NJ. II. Kellogg, late of Florence, took
an admirable sketch Of the tomb for me.
| prize it highly.
. TIE ilustrlous parents ofJohn Quincy
|. Adams are buried beneath the walls of
(he Unitarian church "A short distance
from the burial ground. On the right
of the pulpit as you enter, is a tablet Of
white marble, with beautiful inscription
to their memory, ,surmountcd 10y bust OF
John Adams. To my mind that of Mrs.
Adams should be placed beside it., for
she was undoubtedly as remarkable as
her husband The old Romans could
have raised a statue To the memory OF
such woman, without fear of counte-
nancng women's right to any danger
Gus extent. Had the mother Of j. q.
n Adams been an inferior woman, he could
never have been all he has been to his
country.