The Jeffersonian Democrat. [volume] (Chardon, Ohio) 1854-1865, 1860-03-09
Mr. Hickman's Eulogy on the Death Of
David G. Broderick.

character oil the illuslrious dead, who was
a bondman 10 the truth. Born OF the
humble, David G. Broderick died a peer
OF the proudest and the best. His com
manding life challenged respect, and its
surrender sancti6cd It. Dead, he still
lives, and will live. Absent from those
who knew him best and valued him most,
he will continue to be present with them.
In every conflict for principle, in every |
struggle for the discharge OF patriotic
duty, he will whisper to the doubling and
hold up the right arm OF the resolu;e.
In Silly thought, and in the wildering fight,
a cloud by day, pllnr'd fame by night,
Hell int us onward-onwaTd to the goal,
Leading on legons with his vast control,
lmplnnling truth the idol of his soul.
Since We last net here, yonder cham.
Der Of your Capitol has lost sage's in-
tellect, hero's heart, a devotee Of
country. David G. Broderick has ceased
to walk the earth, and sleeps his last sleep
in the Golden City Of the West. Mighty
States, extending from the Pacific to the
tarthest East, were startled, and almost
paralized, at the recital Of the sad story
and their sturdy yeomanry-their skilled
in craft-their sons breathed their VOW in
tears, and registered il in faith and deter
mination. Their banners are already in
their hands--let the nation read them.-
They bear the last words Of dying seer
they may yet be trumpeted at the mouths
Of cannon on fields Of war.
Hereafter-in the vast hereafter-chil-
dien, will speak his name when tracing
their fathers creed /; and here, homage
impulsive, not ceremonial. shall be pre-
sented TO him, as officers of the State and
Army rendered it before the corse of the
Great Constantine.
Forty years ago, whilst the centre por
lion Of this building were rising from the
ashes OF wicked conhagration within sight
of this spot, child was born TO low!y
artisan. How little did that father imag.
inc that the columns upon which be then
wrought, would support dome beneath
which that son should act as Senator,
from State not then known 10 the Con-
federacy, and bearing within its bosom
treasure more valuable than the Golfers Of
the world And yet, in the volume Of
Omniscience, it was written out how David
G. Broderick, the child of toll, should live,
and die. What noble aspirations, what
self-sacrificlng devotion, what unconquer-
able will would achieve. How he would
suffer immolation at the call OF conscience,
and his example should become an inspi-
ration to millions Of men, from whose
ranks he rose like giant from slumber.
He was Gods instrument for mighty pur-
poses, and He gave him lore, and COM
prehension and power. lie was phi.
| losopher, chief. Those who thought
him less never knew him, and must fail to
comprehend the cause and extent of that
feeling which his death has produced. 1t
will be better understood hereafter
When the heavens clothe themselves in
mourning, they hold the hot thunderboit
as well as the gentle rain. None are too
wise to learn. Mistakes may be made by
defying the one while petitioning for the
other.
esteem it my highest honor TO have
enjoyed, fully, the affection and confidence
of the departed statesman, and clustering
memories, as well as request made and
a pledge given, when the lion was in the
pride Of his strength, ,and snuffed his dan.
ger in the distance. demand that should
speak OF him as l knew him. My esti-
mate of Mr. Broderick's character is not
made up from the wild excitement OF
party conflict, or the deeper feeling of par
, liamentary contests. 1t is drawn from a
more truthful source-from the calm and
meditation Of the midnight hour. Un.
disciplined by early education, and making
no pretence Of learning, he was thoroughly
acquainted with the history of his race
and had carefully and critically read the
best models in English literature, Man.
kind was his study. He had quick per,
ception OF ruling motives, and his charity
, was great. Without a lie of blood 10 bind
him in selishness to the world, the glory
of his country, and the happiness Of her
people gave direction to all his thoughts.
and moulded oil his plans. Singularly
modest in his bearing, and difident in the
expression of his opinions. lie was entirely
self.reliant, and possessed courage de
void of fear. His conservation 10 the in
terests of the farmer, the mechanic ant
} the laborer, was complete. Their loss il
rreparabe, and would bud them know
it. With the impassioned utterances o
contemporaneous poet, would turI
their grief TO action
"Arouse from your ethargy, children Of toll,
Ye sons of the anvil, the loom and the soil
Come forth as the winds in their struggling might
; And wrestie till death, with tie ioeman Of Right
Twas thus with your leujep, the gifted and true
His life was sacrifice giyen ~ you;
Every pulse oi his heart every nerve OF his frame
Was TO dignity labor and to give it to Fame !"
need not say that loved him-yea
with more than brothers love. shall
; never forget him no, neither 10 calm no
, storm. | would embodv his spirit, if
. could. in an undying frame, that th'
friendIes and oppressed might look for
ward in unfailing hope.
, But, alas IN anguish repeat 1t, Brod
|" erck-there was but one-has ceased t
walk the earth. may not allude evel
to the circumstances of the hero's fall
, and have no disposition TO do so. be
lieve, FEEL, / XNOW-that is enough c
I consolation. God called; he answered
and took his cause with him. In tn,
, hands OF Just Omnipotence l leave him ant
, 1t. lie has left his mantle, too large 70
t ordinary morlals-who, that still breathes
: is daring enough TO place it on hi
t shoulders
He was just and generous. He wa
gifted and noble. He was pure and pat
r;o,ic He raised poyertv to rank nroy