The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1862-04-03
GEN. ANDREW JACKSON,
Born March Is, 1867,
Died June s, 1885,

This simple epitaph, it will be COLLECTED, was
at his own direction. He permitted nothing
more. There is an eloquence in these few words
that moves and instructs one more than the most
hattering and elaborate epitaph could have done.
He whose history everybody knows does not need
to have that history recorded on his tomb. Ii
ties and epltaphs are for those who reach but
half way up the ladder. Those that reach the
top have no further need of such assistance.
Upon the other slab were inscribed these words,
for "a copy of which confess my Indebtedness
to my accomplished fellow pilgrim, Mrs. P:
Here lies the remains of Mrs Rachel Jack.
son, wife of President jackson, who died the
22d of December, 1928, aged 81.
Her face was fair, her person pleasing, her
temper amiable, and her heart kind. She de-
lighted in relieving the wants of her fellow
creatures. and cultivated that divine pleasure by
the most liberal and unpretending methods 10
the poor she was benefactor, to the rich an
example, to the wretched a 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 yet so vrtuous, SANDER
might wound but could not dishonor. Even
Death, when he tore her from the arms of her
of her God"
This epiaph was composed by Major Henry
Lee of Virginia, now deceased.
Close by the mausoleum stood a miniature
monument, with this inscription
sin memory of r. g. w. Earle, artist, friend
and companion Of General Andrew jackson.
who died at the Hermitage the 10th September,
1887"
| have just bethought me of the fact that not
ono of the great gone reposees under what may
be called costly monument They are gene
rally cheap and going to decay, as this one of
Jackson is Republics are forgetful a suit
able and becoming monument, .! rich taste and
good sculpture, should designate the spots
where the bones Of our great dead repose. IT'S
u shame that the graves of Washington, and
Franklin, and Andrew jackson are not so desig-
mated.
And so stood by the tomb of Old Hickory,
while the land for which he fought WAS shaking
with the stupendous commotion Of Il civil war,
while the heresy which he hated was mad with
the desire and IN arms with the determination
to tumble into ruin this matchless handiwork
of government, while the Uuion that he loved
50 fercely was trembling in the balance of par
ricldal war
Surely it will not be considered possible for
me to narrate the thoughts, prayers, and tur-
buent emotions that possessed me on that sacred
splendid spot. bent over the old stone slab
Was it only high.heated imagination that made
me hear, away down under these, the frenzied
whisper-choked, smothered, frotling to gel
out, through the tight teeth-The Union mus
and shall be preserved
They passed here only month since-rHEY
the armed host, with q strange flag doing honor
to HIS ashes South Carolina that he crushed
and Tennessee that he dotted on, bent in frater-
nal embrace over his grave and the stars ant
bars, and deaths head, and Pelican, and Pal
metto over them all
Good God And is there, thon, 90 wide a
gulf between the living and the dead Is there
then, law 80 memorable that jackson should