The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-10-28
DEATH OF DANIEL WEBSTER.

Last Sunday morning, ut twenty-five minutes
after three o'clock, Daniel Webster departed
this life, at his residence in Marshfeld. The
news Of his approaching dissolution reached
Washington last Friday evening, and from
that time the telegraph kept the public advised
of the gradual approach of death, till his de-
cease. In the opinion of his physician his dis
ease was a cancerous affection of some of the
smaller intestines.
He entered Congress "a Representative in
1913, and since then has been member of the
House of Representatives, Senator of the
United States, and Secretary of State under
two Administrations. An unsuccessful candi-
date for IL Presidential nomination in lSi8, and
again in 1852, he now sleeps in the grave, I'M
disturbed by dreams of earthly ambition.
His mind, it seems, was to the last unclOuded
He gave exact directions respecting the dispo
stion of his private affairs, and, while his bodily
strength was sufficient, conversed freely with
his friends. When it was announced to him
that his last hour was rapidly approaching, he
directed all the females of the family to be
called into the room, and addressed to each of
them individually few affectionate parting
words and bid them final farewell. He then
took leave of his male relatives and personal
friends, addressing each individually in refer
ence to their past relations and babe each an
affectonate adieu The last of his family that
he parted with was Peter Harvey Webster a
grandson upon whom he asked the richest
blessings of Heaven He then said, as if speak
ing to himself ON the oath of October, all
that is mortal of Daniel Webster will be no
more Mr. Webster in full and clear voice,
then prayed most fervently, and impressivcly
concluded as follows Heavenly Father for
give my sins and welcome me to myself, through
him, and told him that medical skill could do
nothing more: to which Mr. Webster replied,
Then am to be here patiently till the end
if it be 50, may it come soon"
He died in his seventy-fir year.
From an eloquent allusion to this event, by
Dr. Dewey in discourse delivered last Sun
day morning, we extract the following:
But he is gone All our thoughts of him
now yield to that thought-he is gone! The
voice is silent the eye is quenched the brow
that awed the world is but cold, dead, senseless
clay Oh Life! how art thou but "a n tale
that is toldl We say few words IN memo
RAM we take our last look or feel that the
last look is taken we shed some natural
tears and all is over,
ooh in the infinite realm of the unseen life
there is a place for all souls What awaits
them there is not decided by what we say here
We bow before the infinite wisdom Of God 10
His infinite care and mercy we commit the
dead, and we commend the living we commit
the dead, who is gone, and we commend the
living, who mourn for him.
eyes, we commit we yield him up to Gods
behest: it is all over the last struggle is past
the struggle, the strife, the anxiety, the pain,
the turmoil of life is over the tale is told,
and finished and ended 1t is told and done
and the seal of death is set upon it. Hence
forth that great life, marked at every step,
in journals waited on by crowds,
told to the whole country by Geographic
tongues of hame-that great life shall be but
II history, biography, tale told in an even
ing tent In the tents of life it shall long be
rected; but no word shall reach the ear of that
dread sleeper by the ocean shore