The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1867-07-02

son, who was large and aeshy man, had
been well secured from falling by being
lashed around the body to some of the
frame work, johnson mounted to che top
Of the dome, cut down his wooden staff
with its tattered flag, and after boring
hole to receive the iron shaft, placed his
heel in h,and swinging the flag aloft,spun
himself around and gave three cheers for
Gen. jackson. This was the act that
blanched my fathers face, and caused the
admonition. Noble johnson, your sin.
envy, athletic frame has long mouldered
in the village churchyard-but, thank
God, the people of old Monroe still cher
ish the principles enunciated by your
proud and intrepid spirit on that day,
from your perilous height on the dome of
her Capitol. The work of thy hands, and
your co-laborers, has been reduced to a
mass of smouldering ruins. But, still,
pleasant memories cluster around the ru-
ms. 1t was in your old Grand Jury
room. Gate the Auditors ofice1 that the
Venerable Franklin Gale organized an
Academy, and gave the first impetus to
lanything like a classical education in the
county, and from whose efforts, assisted
! by generous people, the Academy was
lerected. It was. within your walls that his
pupils gave an annual exhibitionfor seve-
Iral years, much to the qualification Of their
talented teacher, their indulgent parents,
land much to the amusement Of an ap-
Epreciative community. On these occa-
isions our stage was erected over the
4 Judges seat-our mas generously strip
lping their bed frames to furnish us cur
tains, and Furnishing up their brass can
idle sticks and placing in each good
"talloW dip to furnish US lights. Twas
within thy crumbling walls that a depart
, led Hubbard, Mason, Walton, Wier, Car
roll and others thundered their eloquent
Iappeals to jury, or made their trite ar
guments to the Court. Here, too,a Searle,
! ICowen, the Kennoh's,n Alexander, the
Evans, and our own Okey have presided;
while an Archbold, a Hunter,a Hollister
a Morris, a Way, an Okey, Headley, ar
J Amos, Spriggs, a Morrill, and others
|haye held a jury enchained by their elo-
Equence; witness confused and contour
! ded by the severity of their. cross exam
5 [ination; or, perchance, the Judge in per.
! Iplexity on account of the conflicting de-
i cisions and authorities produced by the
i industrious and jealous members of ths
!. Bar in behalf Of their clients. Poor ole
!, Court Housed many pleasant memories @
. lyouth and mature manhood cluster arou6t
! THY old walls, and many warm pulsation
q of the heart go out to those who were
fiwont to meet beneath thy old dome.
Z Let the deposit in the Northeast cor
! Iner" be carefully preserved and with th,
t proper additions be placed In a like stu
: alton in the new and better edifce. =.
4 These are some Of the many re
d collections produced by reading the sal
: intelligence of your loss on the 18th. :
q The following dirge, written for anothe
n occasion, is to me very appropriate:
8 DIRGE OF THE COURT HOUSE BELL.
9 Woodsfeld FAREWELL Nomore shall you hea
Q 4iy voice so familiar for many year.
d Those musical sounds which you recognizes
O well.
Z AS the clearsounding tones of your Cour
> House Bell
= Unaccompanied, ,unanswered, I sounded alone
= And mingled my chime with its eoho's dee
9 tones; s.
o Till spire after spire, rising around me, di
swell
h Their response to the sound of your Cour
I'll House Bell.
Z called you together to minister your laws,
And daily my voice was for every good cause;
's When aught Of Importance or strange was t
n tell, 4ss
e You were summoned full soon by your coul
dI House Bell.
i AS a sentinel placed on the watch-tower'
!. lHa5 height,
! Woodsfeld, I've watched thee by day and b
u night
8 Though slumbering, unconscious, when dar
l. ger befel. !, s
,fI You were reused by the clang Of your Coul
nj House Bell.
:, But while watched o'er you, the Fire Kin
i [ came,
And enveloped my tower in his mantle
4 flame;
d Yet, true to my calling, my funeral knell
], Was tolled, that night, by your Court Hous
e rs Bell,
: Your sons of the ladders and buckets, eve
brave, >a ~ 81
: And prompt at my call, quickly hastened t
= save; sE 10 5a
e But alasl their best efforts were fruitless t
e quell 80. -
+ The flames that rose over your Court Hous
y Bell.
When my cupalo trembled, strove but t
= sound II Aa
: One peal of farewell to your hundreds around
: But you lost, as midst timbers and cinders
4 fell,
r The last smothered tone of your Court Hous
Bell.
). o'CoNNoR,
TIFF1N, O., june %, 1867.
. No. Will not Judge Hollister, Judg'
: Kirkbride, Esq. Mason, or w. f. Hun
i ter prepare and publish through th'
1 SPIRIT a general history of Woodsfeld. in
, cidents of early life in that town, &c.
would regard it as a great treasure
, Woodsfeld was never SO dear to me al
, now, | am away from it and its kind pee,
lple. fe.il
Registration i'm GeOTgia--Outrage
by Freedmen.