Weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1858-1865, 1859-12-07

immortal epitaph. He lived to recognize wen IN
this calamity the mercy of God, for link was prg
ed between his heart and Heaven 49, a..rs -;s,-y
On expressins<e wish to see the tomb, Mrs. A.
called the old black servant and passing out at the
ball door, we crossed the pillared vestiSue, the old
negro leading the way with ostentatious care 70
large earden-a perfect labyrinth Of sweetness,
where the soft, thick grass was only broken by
plots of exquisite flowers whose fail leaves tell IN
showers as we passed along Never did we see such
a prodisality Of blossoms. All parts of the earth
seemed to have sent their tribute of perfume to
this sacred spot " Cape lilies" whose ancestors
had fioa'e on Florida's beautiful streams" Graz
nyrtles," from the sunny fields of Louisiana,
their delicate .eayes veined with the fntest pink
formed perfect hckets of sweetness graceful vim
twined their clusters up the trees, while roses in
termingled with the closed petals of the dropping
"cloth Of gold" These gradually gave way to
space where thick grove of magnolias stood dense
ly matted together forming leafy screen, through
which we passed to a small circular tempe--a rough
hewn but hardy piece of architecture-snpport.
by eight columns In the centre Of this plain
shaft arose. and on two marble slabs beneath thes
words met our eye
General Andrew Jackson born March Is, 1867;
died June 8, 1915"
On the slab opposite were these words:
=" Here lies the remains of Mrs. Rachel jackson,
wife of President Jackson, who died on the 22d Of
December, 1923, aged 81 years. Her face was talr
her person pleasing, her temper amiable and her
heart kind. She delighted in relieving the wants
of her feOw-creatnrcs,. and cultivated that Divine
pleasure by the most liberal and unpretending
methods To the poor she was benefactress, to
the rich an example, to the wretched comfort to
the prosperous an ornament. Her piety went hand
in hand with her benevolence, and she thanked her
Creator for being permitted to do good. being SO
gentle and SO virtuous SANDER might wound but
could not dshonor Even Death, when he tore her
from the arms of her husband could but transport
her to the bosom of her God.
As we read these inscriptions we felt all the
romance of our nature rise within us; wondrous
poetry f1oated over that lonely spot-around-bt
low-above past was spread before us in its
various phases of action. We him in his active
manhood; in his declining age; stopped over his
bed of death and heard the knell tolling for his
grave Before our eyes the brave soldier arose.
Scorched by burning suns drenched by piercing
rains, diving fearessly into the Gensest forests,
travcrsing the most savage wilds far from the ap-
plause of society," exposed to willy foe, confronting
every danger, submitting to every privatlon-
through the forest and in the fortress-hrough the
widest solitudes VIC saw him with nerves Of iron,
towering above his men u rallying point. Over
mountain and forest night and day. where the strife
RACES deadest he is the most alert. Attack or re.
treat, siege or sortie he is steadast and unmovet
tagged his men, rose his noble form. Again before
our eve there rose the hum of q camp, and the
measured tramp of sentnels. An army is its
! rnarch-Iine after line-the solemn tread of armed
hundreds drowned at times by martial music. We
| saw him rising proudly amid the smoke and din oil
the fight, and marching the march Of conqueror.
Again we heard shouts of joyful reclamation as a
gallant procession sweeps through the street of
distant city. Stream after stream-from lanes from
alleys-from stately homes and from humble dwell
ngs-on they come. In bright food of sunlight
we see nodding plumcs and waving banners. We
! heard the sound of horn and trumpet drum, and
! cymbal. We saw marble columns wreathed with
| welcome. We saw his proud head towering and
him flowers drop on his pat -handkerchiefs wave
from every house. and, as he passes along lovely
women hail his triumph with tears of joy as one
who has expelled their ruthless enemy.
! What was it that made the hero Of New Orleans
! thus like star among feeble amp-lights? His
greatness not borrowed from chivalrc pedigrees
| for he was of obscure birth, the son Of a poor
| widow. lie did not therefore, gain these honors
! by the color of the bark on his family tree. And
| yet the fame of Andrew Jackson does not rest upor
these triumphs. The mere gaining Of battles
the chasing away Of an opposing foe spirtstirrine
it is. would fail to give him the place he fills in
the American heart
Immortal old hero! not as the triumphant genera
do VIC bow before thy consecrated memory, but al
the defender Of the people; one whose high and un
bending independence was incapable Of being awed
! 1t is to thy moral heroism-thy unceasing enmity
to every kind of oppression.