The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1860-11-09
The VIE OF Andrew Jackson.

The new volume Of Mr.. Parton's "Life OF
Andrew Jackson" has the following &C.
count of the death Of the Generals wife:
On Monday evening, the evening before
the 23d, her disease appeared to take q de-
cided turn for the better; and she then so
earnestly entreated the General to prepare
for the fatigues of the morrow by having a
night of undisturbed sleep, that he consent
ed, at last, to 60 into an adjoining room
aud lie down upon sofa. The doctor was
still in the house. Hannah and George
were to sit up with their mistress. Anime
o'clock the General babe her good night,
went into the next room, and took off his
coat, preparatory to lying down. He had
been gone about five minutes; Mrs. jack
son was then, for the first time, removed
from her bed, that it might be re-arranged
for the night. While sitting in chair,
supported in the arms of Hannah, she ut
tered long, loud, inarticulate cry, which
was Immediately followed by a rafting
noise in the throat. Her head fell forward
upon Hannah's shoulder. She never spoke
nor breathed again.
There was wild rush into the room of
husband, doctor, relatives, friends, and ser
wants. The General assisted to lay her
upon the bed. "Bleed her" he cried. No
blood flowed from her arm. "Try the tenn
pie DOCTOR" Two drops stained her cap,
but no more followed.
1t was long before he would believe her
dead. He looked eagerly into her face, as
if still expecting to see signs of returning
life. Her hands and feet grew cold. There
could be no doubt, then, and they prepared
table for laying her out. With chok-
ing voice the General said |
"Spread four blankets upon it. If she
does come to, she will lie so hard upon the
table,"
He sat all night long in her room by her
side, with his face in his hands, "grieving,"
said Hannah; and occasionally looking into
the face, and feeling the heart and pulse of
the form so dear to him. Major Lewis, who
had been Immediately sent for, arrived just
before daylight, and found him still there,
nearly speeches., and wholly inconsolable.
he sat in the room nearly all the next day,
the picture of despair. 1t was only with
great difficulty that he was persuaded to
take little coffee.
"And this was the way" concluded Han
nah, that old mistus died, and we al
ways say that when we lost her we lost
a mistus and mother, too; and more
mother than a mistus. And we say the
same of old master, for be was more father
to us than master, and many's the time
we've wished him back again, to help US
out of our troubles"
The remains of Mrs. jackson still lie in
the corner of the Hermitage garden, next
those of her husband, in tomb prepared by
him in these years for their reception. It
resembles in appearance an open summer
house-a small white dome supported by
pillars of white marble. The tablet that
covers the remains Of Mrs. jackson reads
as follows:
Here lies the remains of Mrs. Rachel Jackson,
wife of President Jackson, who died the I'D
of December, 1928, aged 81. Her face was fair,
her person pleasing, her temper amiable, her
wants of her fellow creatures, and cultivated
that divine pleasure by the most liberal and
unpretending methods to the poor she was q
benefactor to the rich an example to the
wretched comforter 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. A being so
gentle and so virtuOus, SANDER might wound
but not dishonor. Even Death, when he tore
her from the arms of her husband, could but
transport her to the bosom of her God.