The true Democrat., 1857-05-12
From the Napoleon Planter. "One to the SDirit.Iand-

MIR EDIToR-We are called to discharee one or the most melancholy duties of our life- benlamln 5. Johnson Is no more, What world of sorrow IS ID these few words, What endearlng memories they recall-what brioht hopes they wIther-what clustering associa tons ot all things fond and generous and han. ny; now alas, gathered beneath pail of gloom. A few days since and he was with Us. receiving the heart-warm greetings of his many friends. but now the manly form is stark and stiff-be. heath Its gathered folds the frank ant. friendly eye Is forever cloSed-the gallant, generous ana afectlonate heart is no longer beating, and 'he voice that was wont to soothe and to cheer with It's accents of sympathy and friendship Is stilled forever; for its last tones have been uttered In the chamber of the dead
 Oh! weep for him, for h. is dead v
 And never were human tears shed with sin teFer sorrow over human grave than over that lh Whlch ne repoSes-never over one who com bined Tn himself, in more varied and eminent degree, al the qualities which endear one to tn, domestic circle, or to the friends that greet us in the daily walks of social life.
 MT. Johnson was in the bloom of a young and vigorous manhood, linked bv ties of re- IahonShlp to large circle of relations, who re- garded hlm with pride and atf4cton--surround- ed by as large a number of warm and devoted personal friends as was ever the fortune of any; ana Tn the bright morning of career which held out fair promise of being useful in high degree His death is one of the rare and start ling winch stfie almost beyond utterance the voice of sorrow by his grave, and almost strike mute the voice of a worlds eulogy, for home has been invaded where were blended all the associations that can make life honorable and happy. From the circle of that stricken fire side, one has been taken, around whom were gathered its tondest affections and high hopes. The brief and sad announcement. "he is dead" will pierce like an ice-bolt through many hearts; and the praise which the world oestows upon Its noblest dead, have but little meaning when they fall upon the ear of those who knew him best and loved him most.- The memory of his virtues is all that s left Us how; and time, the heavenly consoIer of the bereaved and happy beautfver of the dead Will, as years roll sadly and silently away With those W hom he most fondly cher IShed, sWeetiy so@the the poi.uancv of present grlef while It will i'll each moment of remem- oraice recall some gentle consolation from the members 0f hlS brief and honorable life. All that Is perlshable of the departed has perished. but our recollection of those high attributes of mind and heart with which he was endowed le}d9 us n pathway of hope, though his future yet remains to cheer the gloom he has lett for those he loved and who loved him on earth. It ls not in human power to administer consolation to them who have been so terribly bereared. Heaven and time alone have heal. ing Tn so sad an hour, but under this soothing influence, the poignant bangs of anguish will pc Soothed, but the recollectons of his many virtues will long keep his memory green in our hearts where no intrusive though enter and remain, that the noblest and the best must die.