Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1850-07-18
ZACHARY TAYLOR,

! ZACHARY ia lLOR.
When the great die, nations decree days of
mourning When monarchs fall kingdoms mourn.
J. il asked why. Such men are national bene-
factors and are entitled 10 national gratitude. Is
this course complained of Then pour not your
complaints into the ear of man; go make them TO
nature. The violet, which peeps from the grass of
the way side, when crushed by the careless tread
/ is scarce missed, save by the light-hearted
maiden, who seeks TO gather flesh blooming now-
erets 10 deck her vases. Yet let the whrlwind
in its fury sweep through The forest and bear 10
the earth the huge tree. Bough alter Dough,
branch after branch fall in the mighty crash and
even the mighty tree, upon which it leaned for
support, in lis fall Interweaves its branches, and
both fall together. The underground, which was
shaded by the outpread and green branches of
the broad tee, now, since its protector is spread
upon the earth, witherS, fades, and. not unfre-
quently, dies. Nature teaches us to deplore the
loss Of the great. She feels and we, who are her
children, cannot drive off the sensation of regret
when our benefactorS fall
Franklin fell, and France deereed three davs
OF mourning, while America clad herself in the
hablliments of grief. The warrior pauses. in his
retreat, to bury, hnrredIy, his dead The de-
feated, bowed down beneath their disasters; find
a melancholy pleasure in gathering up the rem
nant OF their slain aid consignng them, with The
war-chleitaln'S honors, to the tomb; and while
Tins last sad ceremony is being performed, the
victorious, flushed with honors, cease TO exult
and from their battlements, slowly rolls the sound
OF the minute gun, fired in token of respect TO the
worth of the departed great.
And now, when the ruler Ct a nation, its great
war chief, ITS un1nching patriot, pressed by the
hand OF time, weighted by the touch Of disease
SINKS, sinks into the embrace of death shall ma
ton withhold its respect The death of the
brave old hero is national aliliction, and the ma
ton must feel ii. Feel il, and demonstrate lis
feeling. The solemn tones OF sounding bells and
discharged guns, which, at regular intervals, fall
upon our ears, tell us that a sad disaster has over
taken our country. The eye of the patriot is
dlmmed with tears, and though he speaks not,
the heavngs and Swellings of his bosom tell us
that the great is dead.
The hero of Buena Vista is dead. The stu
por, INTO which we fell upon the announcement
is broken up, and we have awakened 10 the pain
iul realization that he is dead. We pause and
permit reflection 10 turn back. Youths vigor.
the repoSe upon the blanket of the camp, the pal
liant bearing in the battles midst, the dignity of
The CHIEF ruler then the calm resignation of death
here we falter, sink back and exclaim at is
enough. We watch him as he mounts upward
we sec hm as he stretches forth his hand to qrasp
the bright prize, but the black, gloomy persona
" "'ut''i 'iIeS StoI tHruStS MS dart, the
old chleitan falls and dies The Young EAGLE
that scars to the distant cloud, pauscs in his pro-
greSs IN sporlve anticipation, and is reached by
the hunters shot, wheels in agony and falls to the
earth Though arrested in his course, he demon
strated, as he scared upward, his power to attain
his end. His fall only proves, that the one that
was mlghtler than he, could only arrest his pro
greSs so, the fall of Gen. Taylor is illustra-
i've OF the power Of God that power which no
human authority can resist.
We repeat the announcement General TayIor
Is dead The fact is written upon the gloom With
winch we are surrounded. AS a nation. we feel
the loss as people, we deplore the fate of one
so gifted and great. Yet we must bow in submits
SION We shall not now pause to eulosize the
departed chieltan and gifted man. In due time,
inns Will be well done. Justice, truth will always
triumph. Futu1ity is always a safe tribunal,
when merit is the appellant, truth the cause, and
justice the advocate. Before this tribunal cor
ruphon can never come, malignity has no weight
and SANDER no influence. Then, immortal hero,
sleep, calmly sleep your advocate is Justice your
cause truth, and iuturty must award TO YOU that
merit, with which Heaven has endowed you.-
When, IN future, the sons of earth ask for man
oil merit, pointing TO you, ii will be said, "thou
art the man."