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hearts in which not a drop of his blood was mingled, paid the holiest tribute to his memory when he died.
With paternal admonitions, tender adieus to those to whom not blood, but affection, made him father, in the confident hope of a blissful immortality, his spirit, released from its frail and decaying tenement, has gone to receive its reward.
DELIVERED AT LANCASTER, PA., JUNE 26, 1845,
HON. ELLIS LEWIS.
FRIENDS AND FELLOW-CITIZENS! Andrew Jackson is no more! His spirit has taken its flight to another, and, we trust, a better world! We are, assembled to mourn the loss of a national benefactor, and to commemorate his virtues. It is the fortune of the American people to be frequently engaged in the discussion of public measures, and to be as often divided in opinion, in reference to the questions at issue. But it is one of the bright traits of their character, to evince a magnanimous desire to do justice to any of their distinguished citizens, when they are no longer amongst us to speak for themselves. The scenes of to-day stand forth as an example. The most distinguished opponents of measures sustained by the illustrious deceased, unite with his friends in the ceremonies designed to do justice to his abilities—to the purity of his motives -to his undaunted bravery and exalted patriotism. And for this purpose differences of opinion have been laid aside, and all have united in selecting, to address you, on this melancholy occasion, an early but an humble friend of the deceased-one who has generally approved of his public acts—who has participated in the hospitalities of his house and table—who has loved him for his private virtues—and who can personally bear testimony to the deep humility of his Christian devotions, in the period of his highest earthly exaltation. Under such circumstances, your speaker would do injustice to the occasion, and equal violence to his own feelings, if he intentionally expressed a sentiment or uttered a word which might interrupt the universal harmony, or give just cause of offence to any portion of his fellow-citizens.
It has been said that “Republics are ungrateful;" but the startling event which has called us together has added another proof to the many evidences already before us, that our happy form of government is not justly liable to this reproach. The people of this extended republic have not been ungrateful to their patriots and statesmen. Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe and Harrison, received the greatest rewards in life, and the highest honours in death, which a grateful people could bestow. And the hero whose loss we now deplore has enjoyed the strongest proofs of the grateful attachment of his fellow-citizens. Although the events of his brilliant career as a general, and his faithful administration as a president, have produced great diversity of opinion, and much energy in discussion, the moment his death is announced, the nation pauses to survey the extent of its obligations! And the next moment an outpouring of patriotic feeling bursts forth, like a volcano, from the whole land; and, as it pours along, like a river of burning lava, it obliterates alike the underbrush of error and the weeds of uncharitableness, leaving nothing for our contemplation but the bright and glowing stream of a republic's gratitude! The voice of party, which wa silenced in the day of battle by the roar of artillery—the clangor of arms and the gurgling of blood, is again stilled to give place, in the hour of death, to the tolling bell—the funeral gun, and the wailing voice of a sorrowing nation.
In this happy exhibition of national character, we may see the proof that our country's freedom is destined to perpetuity. The scrutiny with which we examine the acts of our public men shows that we are ready to pay, for the blessings of liberty, that “eternal vigilance” which has been declared to be its “price.” And the generosity with which we applaud pure motives and great actions, proves that differences of opinion amongst ourselves are never permitted to deprive the truly deserving of their just reward.
The “philosophy which teaches by example” assures us that the rewards which are held in the highest regard by a nation, are the chief incitements to deeds of valour and patriotism. Where orders of knighthood and patents of nobility are dispensed, as the rewards for public services, other more noble objects of ambition are less appreciated and less necessary for the support of government. But, in governments resting upon the public will, established by a people who have no taste for royalty, or the stars and garters of nobility, the highest reward which a patriot can receive or desire, is the approving confidence of his fellow-citizens. When this has been deserved, justice and policy require that it should be meted out with a liberal hand and an ungrudging heart. Justice to Andrew Jackson, and a proper regard for the interests of the country, unite in requiring that we should cherish his memory and honour his
The rising generation who witness these ceremonies will thus be encouraged to emulate the hero and the patriot. And when the crisis shall come, and the country shall call for her sons,
they will flock around her standard, ready to do battle in her cause, on land and on sea-on the lakes or on the Rocky Mountains on the coast of the Atlantic or on the shores of the Pacific! While we mingle our sorrows together, it is therefore proper
to unite in a just tribute to departed worth. And the occasion is appropriate for such reflections as may be useful to ourselves, and peneficial to our country and its institutions.
History is the mirror of the past ; the guide of the present, and the beacon of the future. Let us look at the images which she presents for our contemplation. We may find valuable lessons for our present career, and salutary warnings for the time to come. But, while we proceed in the examination, let us bear in remembrance that the power which has summoned the greatest amongst us to his final account, may, at any moment, send the like summons to us; that the sands which have numbered the days of the hero, are rapidly measuring out the fragment of time allotted to each that survives; and that while we are offering funeral honours, to the illustrious dead, our own hearts,
“Like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.' Andrew Jackson was born in what was called the Waxhaw Settlement, in South Carolina, on the 15th of March, 1767. His parents were emigrants from Ireland. Shortly after his birth his father died, leaving three children, to be provided for by their widowed mother. The eldest son lost his life at the battle of Stono, by the excessive heat of the weather and fatigues of the day. As soon as the Revolutionary war extended into South Carolina, the two other brothers, Andrew and Robert, hastened to the American camp, and engaged in the service of the country. At this time, Andrew was a boy, at the tender age of fourteen, but he performed the services of a man. In the course of military operations, the two brothers were taken prisoners by the British dragoons under the command of Major Coffin. Andrew was ordered by a British officer to perform acts of menial servitude, which he declined, claiming the rights to which he was entitled as a prisoner of war, under the law of nations. The officer, incensed at his refusal, aimed a blow at his head with a drawn sword, which Andrew parried with his arm, and saved his life by receiving on his hand the wound intended for his head. His brother, at the same time, for a similar offence, received a deep cut on the head, of which he afterwards died. Upon the exchange of prisoners, the two brothers were set at liberty, but Robert died of his wound a few days after his liberation, and his mother, worn with grief and suffering, expired a few weeks after her son. Andrew Jackson, the only surviving child, confined to a bed of sickness, occasioned
by his sufferings while a prisoner of war, and attacked by the small-pox, was thus left at the door of death_in the wide world -in the unprotected tenderness of youth-alone-friendless—and without a human being whom he could claim as a near relation. But the same God which saved the Hebrew infant, in his bulrush ark, and made him a mighty ruler over the people, watched over the fortunes of the American orphan!
At the age of seventeen, he commenced the study of the law. At nineteen, he obtained a license to practise, and at twenty-one, he settled in Nashville, and commenced the practice of his profession. His efforts were crowned with success. He received from the immortal Washington the appointment of attorney-general for the district. At this early period, he was remarkable for his efficiency in aiding to quell the Indian disturbances. At twentynine, he was elected a member of the convention to establish the constitution of Tennessee. The same year he was elected a member of Congress. And the next year, at the age of thirty, he was chosen a United States senator, which he soon after resigned, from an aversion to political life. At thirty-two, against his wishes, he was appointed a supreme judge of the state, which he also resigned soon afterwards, and retired to his farm, about ten miles from Nashville, on the Cumberland river, where he remained engaged in the peaceful pursuits of agriculture, until summoned by the second war with Great Britain to take part in the defence of the country. He had been chosen a major-general in the militia of Tennessee, and at the age of forty-five, in 1812, he raised two thousand five hundred volunteers from among the brave sons of his neighbours and friends, and at their head, tendered his services to the general government to repel an expected invasion from the British. He descended the Ohio and Mississippi to Natchez, where he had been instructed to wait further orders. The danger of invasion being dispelled, he was directed, by the secretary at war, to disband his troops on the spot, and deliver up the public stores to General Wilkinson, whose recruiting officers were in attendance, ready to take advantage of the necessities of the brave volunteers —thus disbanded-nearly five hundred miles from their homes, and deprived by this order, if obeyed, of provisions or means to return. They were about to be left to the alternative of enlistment in the regular army or starvation. At this time, there were one hundred and fifty on the sick roll, fifty-six of whom were unable to raise their heads; and it is not certain that even the charity of enlistment was offered to these. Many of these volunteers were youths in their teens, the rich jewels of their patriotic parents, who had followed the fortunes of their general because they confided in his humanity as well as his bravery, and because he had given the pledge that all who did not perish in honourable battle,