Year: 1861




On Monday evening, the evening before the
twenty third, her disease appeared to take a
decided turn for the better, and she so earnest
ly entreated the General to prepare for the IA
tigues of tomorrow by having night of un-
disturbed sleep, that he consented to 60 into
an adjoining room and lie down upon a sofa.
The doctor was still in the house. Hannah and
George were to sit up with their mistress. At
nine O'Clock the General bade her good night,
went into the next room, and took off his coat
preparatory to lying down. He had been gone
about five minutes Mrs. Jackson was then,
for the first time removed from her bed, that
it might be rearranged for the night. While
sitting in a chair, supported in the arms of
Hannah, she uttered long, loud, inartculate
cry, which was Immediately followed by rat
Ting noise in the throat. Her head fell for
ward upon Hannah's shoulder. She never
spoke nor breathed again.


There was wild rush into the room of hus-
band, doctor, relatives, friends and servants
The General assisted in laying her upon the
bed. "Bleed her." his cried. No blood flowed
from her arm. "Try the temple Doctor
Two drops stained her cap, but no more fol-
lowed.


1t was long before he would believe her dead
He looked eagerly into her face, as if still ex-
pecting to see signs of returning life. Her
hands and feet grew cold. There could be no
doubt, then, and they prepared table for lay
ing her out. With choking voice the Gen
eral said:-


"Spread four blankets upon it. If she does
come to, she will lie so hard upon the table,"
He sat all night long in the room by her side,
with his face in his hands, "grieving," said
Hannah, and occasionally looking into the face,
and feeling the heart and pulse Of the form so
dear to him. Mai. Lewis, who had been i'm
mediately sent for, arrived just before daylight,
and found him still there, nearly speechless
and wholly nconsolable. He sat in the room
nearly all the next day, the picture of despair.
1t was only with great difficulty that he was
persuaded to take a little coffee.


"And this was the way" concluded Hannah,
''that old mistus died and we always say that
when we lost her we lost mistus and a moth
er too and more a mother than a mstus.-
And we say the same of old master, and many's
the time we've wished him back again, to help
us out of our troubles"


The remains of Mrs. Jackson still lie in the
corner of the Hermitage garden, next those of
her husband, in tomb prepared by him in
these years for their reception. 1t resembles
in appearance an open summer house-a small,
white dome supported by pillars of white mar
BILE. The tablet that covers the remains of
Mrs Jackson reads as follows:-





son. wife of President Jackson, who died the
22d of December, 1928, aged 81. Her face
was fair, her person pleasing, her temper ami
able, her heart kind she delighted in relieving
the wants of her fellow creatures, and cultiva-
ted that divine pleasure by the most liberal and
and unpretending methods to the poor she
was benefactor to the rich an example; to
the wreched comforter; to the prosperous an
ornament her piety went hand in hand with
her benevolence, and she thanked her Creator
for being permitted to do good. being SO
gentle and virtuous, SANDER might wound but
could not dishonor. Even death, when he tore
her from the arms of her husband, could but
transplant her to the bosom of her Cod


KINDNEss.-How much misery may be aba
ted, how much suffering may be removed by
the simple tone and expression of the human
voice vol Upon the heart that is lone ard desc
late that feels ITSELF as it were, shut out of the
world, wrapped up in gloomy imaginings, how