The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1849-11-01


and additional stock to deposit matter for
their sustenance during the hard season.
| But am speaking ofthe look. do not
believe thnt the searching, yet moyeless
eye Of the individual am describing failed
to notice single person within its ranges
Of vision. He seemed to absorb the scene.
And, having satisfied himself, he pulled his
bat over his eyes, which left them in deep
shade, glowing like dull Goals in blast
furnace before the stream Of dir was sp-
piled.
The complexion Of the gentleman was
dark-very dark, and swnr.hy his forehead
was piled up, and in fact it buIged out, as
it the brains had been crammed into it after
the packing had SO swollen it as to stretch
its barrier of bone. The frontal suture
must have been well knit, or it would to
dead certainty have gone; part OF the high,
broad forehead was bare; his hair, which
had once been black, but which was now
ola brownish gray, being care!essly combed,
or rather pushed back. The nose was large,
and at the end rather knobbed, and the
mouth, with it's thin. compressed lips, nji-
Gated excessive frmness; then grayish
whiskers stretched the side Of his face,
which, taken asa whole, possessed gloomy
grandeur, aud made me say to myself as
gazed--lhat is Daniel Webster or the devil.
consider il no insult to Mr.. Websier-for
he it was--to put him in tho same category
with the spirit Of evil inasmuch as only
refer to looks, and we are somewhere told
that Satan is diaboliculiy beautiful.
Mr.. Webster was dressed in brown frock
with velvet collar, which was buttoned
close up to his throat, which latter was en-
circled by turned down collar and white
cravat. OF his neither habilimen,s J
took no heed, for could not look far below
his magnificent head.
;, know he had no Gowers; ] should as
soon have expected to have witnessed n
giant decorated with child's coral and
bells. as 10 have seen Daniel Webster with
ho9uet in bis button-hoe.
II As soon as he rose to speak he was re-
ceived with vociferous cheering, and hav-
ing, by wave Of his hand, produced silence,
he commenced his address; he began in
!. rather low, but very sonorous and distinct
J voice, which gradually increased in vio-
iepce until il rolled its melndious waves oil
sound over the heads Of the vast assem-
: blage. He did not speak on subject
which admitted Of poetic illustration, and
, was not then sufficiently acquainted with
American politics to appreciate the matter
, Of his address--of the manner alone could
/ form some idea. As he went on he seemed
] to warm up his audience, until ne got them
like IN iron crowbar, to a red heat, and then
down he came with the ponderous s'edge-
E hammer Of his eloquencc, and moulded them
: 10 his will.
From the commencement O! his speech
J to his close there wns was no visible hesita-
] ton; no traces of study; no appearance OF
effort. His eloquence flowed on majestic
, ally, like stream bankhigh, giving one
/. the idea of rest and resistess might
3 Where other speakers would persuade he
/ dictated, vet without seeming TO be over
: bold; and the massive grandeur of his style
SO commanded the admiration Of his auditu-
nv, that, in the broad shadow which it cast,
E all minor difference of opinion were lost
+ sight Of for the time, and willing tributes
, were paid to the graces Of the great states.
] man even By those who we're his fiercest
, political enemies.
5 As for rnyself, never dared to look in
his face during the whole Of his speech
: and when his voice ceased, and he pressed
down his hat over his shaggy brows, and
3 sat down as calmly as if he ha d been ask
e ing simple question, knew Tint Sydney
0 Smith was right, and so was Carlyle, and !
/ regretted nv own inability TO describe as
E they would have described, Daniel Webster
E while delivering speech on American
i, matters and on American grounds
NApoLEoN's ToMB.-The tomb of Napo-
leon, al 81. Helena, is for sale! 1t is offer
ed to the highest bidder through the col
umns of the ST Helena Gazette.
So-so-to this has the maker ofk kings,
the man who rocked the thrones OF Europe
; like nursery cradles, come at last. The
very grave wherein he slept awhile, ls TO
!, be turned up by the plough; for the adver-
!, tisment goes on to say, '.it is excellent land
for cultivation" Well did Hamlet say,
Alexander died. Alexander was buried,
!. Alexander returned to dust; the dust is
eaTtne Ol caTtU we tnhko iOdLn- aH
Imperious Caesar dead, and turned TO clay.
i Might stop hole to keep the wind awa"'
] We are linked together by thousand
ties. lcannot smile while you are weep.
!. ing-you cannot be merry il am sad
Therefore, let us make covenant with
each other, that we will withhold our sor-
rows and impart our joys. We talk Of the
human family, but we do not think enough
Of the deep significance Of the term
Our brotherhood is larger than the domes.
tic circle, and il purest love centres around
the Preside Of home, yet acts OF Kindness
and words Of friendship should have DO nar.
row limits.