The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1853-08-19
ST. CLlIRSVILLB, OHIO, FRIDAY, AUGUST 10, 1853. ,s

I"hls face, to use the expression of Scripture
"of the first martyr, was as II II had been the
"face Of an angel. Hope elevated, and Joy
enlightened bis crest. do not know how o.
"thers feel, but if had stood in that situa-
"tion, would not have exchanged it for all
"that kings or people could bestow."
| You are now to add to this his extraordinary
power of influencing the convictions and ac-
tons Of others by speech and you have com.
peted the survey Of the means of his great
ness. And here again begin by admiring
an aggregate, made up Of excelleDcies and
triumphs, ordinarily deemed incompatible. He
spoke with consummate ability TO the bench,
and yet exactly as, according TO every sound
canon of taste.snd ethics, the bench ought to
be addressed. He spoke with consummate
ability to the Jury, and yet exactly as, accord
ing to every sound canon, that totally differ
ent tribunal ought to be addressed. In the
halls of Congress, before the people assembled
for political discussion, in masses, before au-
diences smaller and more select, assembled
for some solemn commemoration of the past
or dead, in each of these, again, his speech,
of the first form Of ability, was exactly
adapted to the critical proprie.ies of the place
Each achieved, when delivered, the most i'm
stant and specific success of eloquence, some
of them in splendid and remarkable degree,
and yet stranger still, when reduced to writ |
ing as they fell from his lips, they compose !
body of reading,in many volumes, solid, clear,
rich, and full of harmony-a classical and !
permanent political literature.
But it is time this eulogy were brought to
its conclusion. My heart goes back into the
coffin there with him, and would pause.
went--it is day or two since-alone to see
again the home which he so passionately lov-
ed, the chamber where he died, the grave in
which they laid him down, all habited as when
"His look drew audience still as night,
Or summers noontide air."
till the heaven be no more.
In all that spacious and calm scene, pll
things to the eye looked at first unchanged. {
The books in the library, the portraits, the l
table at which he wrote, the scientific culture 4
Of the land, the course of agricultural occupa-
ion the coming in of harvests, fruit Of The seed Il
his own hand had scattered, the animals and n
Implements of husbandry, the trees planted t
~ him in lines, in orchards, by thousands, S
he seat under the noble elm on which he o
lsed to sit to feel the southwest wind at h
vening, or hear the breathngs Of the sea, s
n the not less audible music of the starry e
seemed at first unchanged. The v
un of bright day, from which, howev er, t
of the fervors of midsummer were O
wanting, fell temperately on them all, filled g
he air on all sides with the utterance of life, :.
md cleaned on the long line of ocean. Some I
Of those whom on earth he loved best, still {
we're there. The great mind still seemed to
,-eside-the great presence to be with you.
You nigh. expect to hear again the rich and
playful tones Of the voice of the old hos
,itality. Yet moment more and all the q
cene took on the aspect of one great monu- s
nent, inscribed with his name, and sacred to 7
lis memory. And such it shall be in all the i
uture oil America! The sensation OF de- 8
and loneliness, and darkness, with
which you see it now, will pass away. The
harp grief of love and friendship will be-
,ome soothed. Men will repair thther, as
hey commemorate the great days of history.
The same glance shall take, and the same
emotions shall greet and bless the Harbor of
he Pilgrims and the Tomb of Webster.