Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1862-10-30
From the Louisville Journal.
FUNERAL GRAFTON.

The following is the funeral oration
pronounced by the Rev. Mr.. Tolbot on
the death Of General James S. Jackson {:
MY CoUETRYMEN The beautiful shaft
is broken, the wheel at the cistetn is
atill, the silver chord is loosed, and the
mighty spirit of the General has Gown
to its God. Once more the open grave
yawns at our feet. and the spirit Of
warning and admonition casts its dark
shadow on our path. Scarce has the
echo of those solemn chants ceased to
wander amid the arches and columns
OF this temple Of God, since he whom
we mourn. bowed by grief and SORROW,
bore up this aisle. the body OF his be-
loved General. Scarce had the sound
OF his own footballs ceased in this holy
place, ere he. the strongest Of them ell.
comes here shronded and cofined, with
the folds OF the same banner embracing
his lifeIess form. But ten days ago, he
sat before me here. the chief custodiap
Of the mortal remains Of ce5erai Nell
son, charged by the dead with the
mournful duty of laying his ashes away
in the place OF his chosen sepulchre.--
Little did I think, when l beheld him
quivering with emotion here, that so
soon his manhood should be stricken
Little did l think that the next time
these hands gave back the dust to its
original dust, that he should be the
dreamless sleeper-that, when he came
again no more in the strength OF his
years and greatness, he should come
the pale corpse that he is. But. ii is 80.
From this holy altar. he went forth.
taught the brevity Of his life and, con-
scious that he, too. was but dust; and,
amidthe thunder OF battle. the cruel rife
saw his greatness the brightness OF
his glory attracted the deadly shaft,
and his noble life went out in darkness.
OF Kentucky Kentucky How are
thy mighty ones fallen. Thy beautiful
pillars. thy polished shafts. thy noblest
and thy greatest sons How are they
gathered to thy breast. cold and lifeless
as the turf that enshrouds them J.
Hang weeds in thy palaces voice thy
harp with sadness and mourning. For,
never again shall thine eye behold them.
Never again point thy exultsnt children
to their glory, save as it rises like hai
10 from their hohored graves OIL
Kentucky ! who can tell the measure
OF thy grief7 Who can tell the desc
lation OF thy lacerated heart ? Mourn:
ing and refusing TO be comfotted-for
thy children are not Let us stand q
moment around this fallen greatness,
and continuing with God. let Us seek
for the lesson of this hour. We can
comprehend now, to some little extent,
the merciful goodness of that ProVi-
dence which last brought Us. mourning.
10 this house Of God. We can see
dimly through the cloud whose black
ness enveloped us then the sthlight be-
yond. We can comprehend now why
the warrior came unscathed through
the iron hail OF battle and died as Nell
son died. There vas lull In the storm
Of war. The accidents Of the service
had gathered here the greatest con-
course Of soldiers and officers which
could reasonably be expected ever sgain
to be songregated in comparative inac-
tivity. The storm was not oter. but
there was q motnentatt calm. The ell
ements Of war we're bit gathering their
strength for more fearful conflict. and
Just then, when al1 eyes could see II, al
ears could hear. the merciful admoni-
ton Of the almighty came. One OF the
chiefs of the nation. in the full sight Of
them all, wxiked msjestically upon his
lofty pathway and. to teach tis lesson
which would bring d. 10 God. the thin
derbolt fell And the men who So soon
we're to 90 forth to try the fearful chan
ces Of war, learned. while they looked. .
and by the tno1rnful fate Of the fslleu
, General, we're warned that they, too.
, might die. Nor IL this all. When they
heard his last vail for mercy, and saw
the stricken hero fy from avenging
] wrath to the breast of Jesus. they
learned lesson Of human need In that
!, fearful hour, which the disl so soor
5 should point for so many Of them; and
let rs trust they learned not in vsin.-
, Yes, the dead We mourn to-dsy, saw