Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1851-01-02
The Distinguished Dead of
1850.
by UR1AH II. JUDAH.
Such is mortal's feeting breath;
Such is life, and snch is death.

grateful remembrance-but their names
have been stricken from the roll Of Ii.
wing greatness, and the tomb, that al.
lot,ed tenement Of mortality, has claim.
ed its own.
Death, clad in his gloomy robes, has
wandered in the mids, Of eloquence, Of
valor, of erudition, and of worth.
spreading dismay around, Wherever
he has roamed he has caused hav.
oc. On the brow Of talent he
has stamped his sjgnei, and powcrIess
became the lips Of eloquenre; he
grasped the hand Of the warrior, and
closed his ears 10 the sound Of the drum
and the tumult of battle,
His sword was in his hand,
Still! warm with recent fight;
Ready that moment at command,
Through rock and steel to smite.
They have faIlen!-but not until
Fame had enrolled their names high,
very high in her temple. SD grand and
so towering-,he names of Taylor,
Calhoun, EImore. Pren,iss. King, Ma.
son. Osgood, Fuller and jones.
Twelve short months ago, and Zach
ary Taylor stood before the world as
the iIustrinus chief of mighty ma.
ton. blessed with the love and rever.
ence of millions of frcemcn. and in the
tranquil enjoyment Of every earihIy
bliss-a few more weeks glide away
and become lost IN the revolution of
tune, and all that is left of the Prcsl,
dent and Hero, his dust, moves on 10
the last resting place Of mortality, in
regal magnlGcence, ay! in more than
kingIy spIendor, for his mound is hon.
ored by the poor and the humble, and
mostened by the tear of affection.
o. after all the tolls of war,
How blest the brave man lays him down!
His bier is trumphal car
His grave is glory and renown
He has fallen! Sonth Carolina weeps
over the tomb Of her most able cham
pion, for the eloquent Tongue Of Cal
houn will no longer lisp The accents ot
beauty and sublimily; to-day he repo
seth pIacidly amid the hallowcd
precincts of the earth, and no voice
but that Of God, can rouse him.
Death! thou "lovest shining mark,
for Elmore, the talented and dislin
guished, hath fallen at thy mandate.
Sergean, s. Prenliss has fallen! A
brilliant light has been quenched, anC
the Pleader has carried his cause up Il
that Tribunal from which there can bt
no appeal
And, could'st thou not spare for a lit
lie longer, one whose age is as nothing
before the great Jehovah? Why blum
the point Of her eloquent pen, and wh!
hush the throbbings of her noble heart
In thy roamings, coud'sl thou not fin,
some humber victim of thy wrath
than Margaret Fuller? All thou mus
fulf thy mission, ordained by Provi
dence, until the stars shall grow din
with age, and yon glorious luminary O
day sets in eternal darkness!
Go then and pluck the bloom from
the rose in lis sweetness and its beau
ty. and scatter 10 the air its riches
perfume; strike down manhood as h
launches his frail bark on the evenlfu
waters of life; and when the great waf
rior returns from the ground of hi
; exploits, covered with glory, conque
hn, Oh spoiler, and hold him thy pris
onerl
The hero, the statesman, his journy is done
: All his cares are now over, his last battle i
Now swee,ly he rests from his sorrows IN
And leaves proud nation in sadness An
tears.
They have fallcnl Great intellec
or renown. or elevated station coult
no, save them from the worm, for i
was written "dust thou art, and unit,
dus, shalt thou return" Man, no mat
Ter how brilliant his career. or how
dazzlingly splendid his talents, must, i,
; process Of time. be encircled within tn
limits Of little spo, of earth
Tha bea st of heraldry, the pomp of powe,