The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1889-11-01
OLD HICKoRYs DEATH.
Andrew JacISson's Battle for Life and Pa
tient suffering.

JACKSON tsaAlit inE A-hc anu a.
tient suffering.
Andrew jackson was blessed with a
rugged constitution, or he must have
succumbed many years before to dis
ease that preyed on him for thirty-one
years He suffered from a wound re-
ceived in 1906. which often produced
hemorrhages and chronic diarrhea-
The medical treatment in vogue by
the best physicians of the time pre-
scribed bleeding for the hemorrhage
and calomel for impaired digestion-a
course that is now looked on as homi-
cidaL Yet he stood the ravages OF
disease. the loss of blood and corro-
sions of poison for a third Of
century. During the last two years of
his life dropsical symptoms developed,
one lung was gone, and the other dis
eased. He chewed tobacco incess-
antly, though il aggravated indiges-
tion and gave him the most agonizing
pain in the head. He sat motionless
and silent for long days. absorbed in
stoical endurance of pain, and no suf-
fering ever drew a groan from his
lips. Many children of the family
connection played about the Hermitage
and he would not have their noisy
sport stopped. Once 4 little nephew
ran against him in his play. The sick
man fell back. white as death, breath
less with agony. When he could
speak he drew the boy TO him and said,
with plying tenderness
30, my dear boy, you don't know
how much pain you have given your
uncle
He was anxious about what poster
tty would think Of him, and his own
doctor told him he would be con-
demned for prescribing people for
their opinions. He answered with his
old-time energy:
r Calhoun and the NulIifers should
not have been prescribed; l would
have had them hung, sir, as high as
Haman, and posterity would have
pronounced ii the best act of my life- -
He was pestered by office-seekers
and hero-worshipers to the day OF
his death. June 6, 1915, he called his
family about him and said goodbye
to each one. MY dear children" he
said, do not grieve for me. / have
suffered much bodily pain, but my
sufferings are as nothing to the
blessed Saviour's." He spoke clearly
tor fully half an hour and concluded
with: MY dear children and friends
and servants, i hope and trust to meet
you all in Heaven, both black and
white" The last phrase he repeated
with tenderest solicitude - both
black and white"
half-T.az+ l.
hand and whispered in his ear: Ia
ther, how do you feel? Do YOU know
mc?''
Yes, l know you 1 would know
you all if l could see. Bring my spec
tacles-" When they were put on:
where is my daughter and Marian?
God will take care OF you for me. I
am my Gods. l belong to Him. | go
but short time before you, and l
want to meet you all, white and black,
IN Heaven"
Every one about the bed and the
black servants on the piazza burst into
tears and sobbed. He half raised him
self and spoke again.
What Is the matter with my dear
children? Oh, do not cry. Be good
children, and we will all meet in
Heaven"
These were his last words. A half
hour later he breathed his last in the
arms of Major Lewis, who laid the
body down and closed the eyes. The
expression of pain fell like a mask
from the serene face, and the natural
look OF the old warrior returned in
death. Tribune.