The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-02-09

/ NdSuhlll6 10 give utLl anu LIS lE4AAy q
grand reception and celebration OF the
anniversary of this lucky day, and all
eyes were bent toward the Hermitage
to see the conquering hero, the then
i President, come with his cherished
wife at his side, when lOl a messenger
on ''the White Horse was seen, riding
fast, to announce that his partner was
dead. She was no longer the afaict-
ed, deserted one whom he had cham
pioned and married, and lived with In
holy and lawful wedlock. She was
no longer his angel bosom part
Rer; she was no longer target for
this worlds fiery darts of detraction
| she was saint. The days gladness
was turned to earthly mourning, and
the day of rejoicing to the day of
! fasting.
DIR. Heiskel, Of Winchester, Va,
! was just starting as a young physician
IN the neighborhood of the Hermitage,
and was the first to minister to her re-
lief, and attended until two emiRent
physicians we're called in from Nash
vile. From him we learned that she
had caught cold, and pleuretic symp-
| toms supervened upon her cOnsEtu-
tional nervous affections. She was
sitting smoking her ccrn-cob pipe
when she caught her last nalady. - p
The day of burial came, and we wit
| messed the solemn scene. This we con-
| tidently testify, that more sincere
| homage was done to her dead than was
| ever done to any woman in our day and
country living. Thousands from the
| city and from all the country around
locked to her funeral. Thepoor white
| people, the slaves of the Hermitage
and adjoining plantations, and the
| neighbors, crowded off the gentry of
town and country, and filed the large
| garden in which the interment took
| place. She had been q Hannah and
DOrcas to every needy household.
| She hao been more than mistress, a
| mother to herservants and dependents,
| and the richest and best were proud of
| the privilege of her sincere and simple
| friendship. She was, without ques-
| tion, loved and honored by high and
| low, white and black, bound and free,
rich and poor; and that love was so
unaffectedly expressed by a wall so
loud and long that there was no mis-
taking its grief for the loss, not of the
| departed one, but of the living left be-
hind her. From that same door of the
northeast room of the house, near
which the happy bridal party sat but
! few short months before, her coffin
was borne to the grave dug in the gar
den for her remains.
Following the pail bearers came
General acksOn, with his left hand IN
the arm of General Carroll, holding his
cane IN his right hand, not grasping it
with hand over the head nor with the
thumb up, but with the back of the
hand up, and holding the point of the
cane forward as he would have held a
sword, and where he stopped at the
pile of clay It's point rested on the
clods,s Weeping and mourning was
heard on every side, but at the mo-
ment of his coming up to that cold
portal of clay a faYorite old servant of
Mrs Jackson burst through the group
around the pit, and tried to get into
the grave with the coffin. She was
about sixty years of age, robust and
strong, and, falling near the brink, got
both feet over the edge of the grave,
when the sexton and others took hold
of her and prevented her descending,
and were trying to raise her up and
remove her. Her cries were agOniz-
ing: Mistress, my best friend, my
! love, my lie, Is gOne-I viii go with
| herp'
| This was but moment; but, close
! to General jackson, we watched him
! intently. Every muscle of his face
was unmOved; steady as a rock, with
out a teardrop in his eye or a quiver
in his voice, he quickly raised hisvoice
/ and said, ''Let that faithful servant,
weep for her best friend and loved mis-
| tress she has the right and cause to
weep, and her grief is sweet to me-"
The persons who had hold Of her i'm
ediatsly released her and left her sit
ting over the fresh clods, weeping,
and there she remained, hindering the
| burial uut1 after a while some of her
| friends Pursuaded her to leave the
grave and let the ceremony go on.
The body was let down, dust to
| dustp was said, the grave was filed up
and shaped into the common mound
which covers poor mortality, and Gen.
Jackson waS led away by Gen. Carroll
back to observation-disclosures. The crowd
/ followed and we got In close to the
chief mourner. Arriving fairly into
! the room and pausing a few moments,
he looked around him, and raising his
voice, said
'sF'Fiends and neighbors, 1 thank you
for the honor you have done to the
/ yOnder grave. She is nov In the bliss
! of Heaven, and I know that she can
suffer here no more on earth. This is
enough for my consolation; my loss is
I her gain. But I am left without her
Il to encounter the trials of life alone.
am. now the President-elect of the
United States, and in short time
must take my way to the metropolis
of my country, and If it had been God S
viii would have been grateful for the
privilege of taking her to my post OF
honor and seating her by my side, but
Providence knew what was best foI
her. For myself bow TO Gods viii,
and go alone to the place of new and
arduons duties, and / shall not &c
without friends to reward, and i pray
God that I may not be allowed to have
enemies to punish [ can forgive al
: who have wronged me, but viii have
feryently to pray that may have grace
to enable me to forget or forgive any
: enemy who has ever ma6gned thai
= blessed one whOis now safe from al
; suffering and sorrow, whom they triee
2 Ito put to shame for my sake!"
2 This was uttered calmly, firmly
q mournfully, and in such deep silenc'
: Of the crowd that it was audible to ey
Z cry one IN the room. We. can neve,
: forget it. Could he? The answer t.
I the question illustrates his leading
S trait of she policy of Pugnaeity.
: JOURNALISM OF THE FUTURE.-Il
5 the January number of Old and lAet0
S Edward Everett Hale predicts tha
e five years hence the literary Journa
T for which and from which there 1
i most TO be hoped, viii be one not des
q tined for what please to call them
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