The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1880-07-23

other star in her heaven, before which
my light grows pale. Stella, do you
e?"-Harper's Bazaar.
Old Hannah's Account Of Jackson's
Death.
THERE is still living in Tennessee a
colored woman. "Old Hannah" in
whose arms the wife of General jackson
died and who was present at the Gen.
eral' death-bed. She is now eighty-nine
years old and still does service as a
nurse. To correspondent of the Gin
cinDati Commercial who lately visited
her she gave the following account of
General Jackson's death:
sole master was sick when he came
home from Washing ton last time. He
had a bad cough, but I never saw him
bleed at the lungs, as they say he did,
and was with him or about him all the
time. His feet would swell sometimes,
but he said it was from sittin' SO much.
He used to smoke and chew more than
any one ever saw, and it gave him
headache, he said. About three years
before he died he was at breakfast one
morning, and was taken sick and left
the table. We thought he had swallowed
fish-bOne. He never ate in the dining
room after that. always toted his
meals to him. He had little table he
could eat off when sick. as it could be
swung around to him.
During the last year of his life his
breakfast was raw egg, beaten up
with brown sugar. and milk right from
the COW. About IL o'clock hot corn
griddle-cakes and a glass of fresh butter
milk, which he liked very much, was
taken to him. On Friday morning be-
fore he died he ate as common. On
Saturday when I fetched him his egg
and milk he was lying on the bed with
his eyes closed, and did not move. 1
asked George If he was asleep. Ole
master then opened his eyes, and I
handed him the glass. He held it in
his hand a little while looking at me,
and said, We'll, Hannah, you will soon
be done bringing this to your old mas
ter He spoke very feeble. When I
got back to the kitchen tole Betty and
Dick. the cooks, that ole master would
not last long. Dick spoke up in his
sassy way and says: %. you think
you are a prophet. Ole master will see
the goose that will raise the goslin' that
will eat the grass off of your grave
On Sunday. the day of his death,
when 1 brought his egg and milk he
could not drink it. His eyes looked so
curious that went out and told Mistus
Sarah. She ran to the storeroOm, got
some brandy, loaf-sugar and spice,
burned the brandy and carried it to
him. He took one or two teaspoonfuls
and it revived him, but he didn't speak
The whole day. The doctor said to
Mistus Sarah to send the servants out
of the room, but we refused to 60. One
of the servants went on so erwin and
lamentin' she had to be carried out.
"About an hour before he died he
come to. We had all thought he was
gone before that. Young Master An
drew leaned over him and said, 'Fa-
ther, do you know me?' %, yes, my
son. know you.' Then Dick, the
cook, asked if he knew him? He nod
ded that he did, and said, Richard,
hand me nv specs He always called
him Richard. They were handed to
him from the bureau. Ole master wet
them with his tongue, wiped them with
the sheet, and put them on. HelOoked
around at us all and said: Where's
poor George and Hannah? I have it
that you shall be taken care Of
He saw Mrs. Adams, young mis-
tress's sister, who lived in the
family. She was standing by, crying.
He said to her. Mrs. Adams, while a
bit of my property is left you may call
it yours He then turned to us all
again and said: I want you all to meet
me in Heaven. My words are for you
all. God is no respecter of color. l
hope to be saved through the blood of
Christ. am in God and God is in me.
He dwelleth in me and I in Him. I
shall never forget it. have often
tried to say it myself when near deaths
door, but shrank back for fear I was
unworthy. Yes, he's up yonder, he's
up yonder," continued the old creature.
excitedly; she's met my husband, and
shall soon meet them both"
"While saying these words he was
propped up on pillows. He asked to
have them drawn out. Young Mistus
cried. No, don't, George, don'tr but
Master gave George q look which
showed he meant il should be done.
George took two out. Ole Master
sighed, hunched up his shoulders, drew
Just one breath, and all was over. There
was no struggle. Young Mistus tainted
and was carried to her room. The
darkies could not be driven out. Our
master, our father was gone. We
looked upon him as though we had as
much right there as Master Andrew"