Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1878-04-30
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yards, while not having the age of those OF
the father lands, yet vie with them in variety,
comprising as they do many curious ones,
many sad ones, and some that mingle with
their SORROW little of the reasoning and
favor of wit and humor.
At Quincy. Massachusetts,, is one of the
earliest epitaphs of New England. 1t is in
scribed to the memory of distinguished
clergyman of "ye olden times" Moses Fiske,
who died August 10, 1908:
"Braintrce, thy prophets gone, this tomb
inters
The Rev. Moses Fiske his sacred hearse.
Adore heavens praiseful art, that formed the
man,
Who soules, not to himself, but Christ oft
won
Sailed through the straits with Peters family,
Renowned, and Gaus' hospitality,
Paul's patience. James produce, Johns
sweet love
Is landed, entered, cleared and crowned
above"
At Springfield, Mass, we find this inscrip-
tion to the memory of Mary Holyoke, who
died in 1857:
"She yet lyes here, was while she stood
A very glorie of womanhood
Even here was sown most precious dust
Which surely shall rise with the just"
1t has been said by some one that George
Washington was first in war, first in peace,
first in the hearts of bis countrymen, and
the last one to get monument; but at Mt.
Vernon is the shrine that, neglected by the
men of the nation, has been rescued from
ruin and decay by the labors of the noble-
hearted women of our land, and to them we
owe the fact that the resting place OF our first
president is not forgotten, but by their uu-
firing energy has been beautifed and kept
as it should be.
Sunset Cox has laid aside for awhile the
cap and bells in the halls of Congress, to
speak a few earnest words to his country Of
the neglected grave at Monticello. where
Jefferson sleeps. His grave was formerly
marked by granite obelisk bearing the fol-
lowing inscription, which was found among
his paper after his death, in his own hands
writing:
"Here lies buried
Thomas Jefferson,
Author Of the Declaration of American H.
dependence,
or the Statute of Virginia for Religious
Freedom,
And Father of the University of Virginia"
Madison, Monroe and John Quincy Adams
are buried in country graVeyards; Jackson
at the 81 Hermitage, in a tomb erected by him
self. Gen. Taylor occupies tomb in a Gem
etery at Louisville. Aaron Burr's grave is
at Princeton, surrounded by the monuments
of Jonathan Edwards, John Withersroop,
Ashbell Green and other deceased officers OF
Princeton College, whereof Burr's father was
once President. Calhoun's grave is in St.
Philips church>yard Charlest
THE MECCA OF THE SOUTH.
"At Lexington, in the Valley of Virginia"
are the twin-shrines Of the South, the burial
places of her grandest heroes-Lee and Jack
son. In the basement of the College Chapel
Gen. Robt. E. Lee sleeps beneath flower
covered marble slab. Near by is his study,
left just as it was when last he occupied it.
The open book upon the table, the letter just
commenced, all speak TO the eye and heart,
in silent but eloquent tongues, OF their dead
cheftain. And here many who "wore the
grey" will halt for a moment on life's weary
march to think of the grandeur, the truth,
the beauty, that like mantle hung about the
life of him who lived "without fear, without
reproach, and dying left the name of Lee
forever as banner word for those who bat.
tie on bravely and truly to the erd.
At the old graveyard, on our last VISIT We
found the gate locked, but climbing over the
stile, a well>worn path led US to the grave of
him whose life was summed up in two words,
God and Duty. A plain stone, inscribed with
his name, the date of his birth and death,
marks the place where rests the cherished
dust of Stonewall Jackson. His epitaph is
craven on the heart of the South. The worn
path, the dead grass around the lot, tell US of
the many visitors here and who can say that
VIC are not made better by these visits to the
resting places of our noble dead? Here, at
the grave of Jackson, how the memory of his
life clings to us, how the lesson Of bis life is
impressed upon us. A life made glorious by
sacrifice life made triumphant by faith n
noble life, rich with heroic deeds; life made
sublime by all that tells of Christianity in the
heart q holy life, telling even in the battles
roar of the prayer-power by the upIifted face
and hand. Very softly the whispering trees
forever murmur, above the green turf, this
lesson from him who
Taught us how to live. and oh too high
A price for knowledge. taught US how to die!"
The unmarked graves of the world, where
alean thu unknoun dead ANIMAL 10 Ms very