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wholly carried out. In a thick growth of woods, a few hundred yards io the right of a road leading from Charlottesville, Virginia, to Monticello, in a little enclosure “in an unfrequented vale," is the grave of Thomas Jefferson. Over the mound is an obelisk nine feet high, the lower part of which has all been chipped away, leaving a rude and meaningless shaft. On the base is cut, “Born April 2, 0. S., 1743; died July 4, 1826.” On another side is an inscription which time or vandal hands, or both, have obliterated. There is no name on the shaft, and that this is the grave of Thomas Jefferson, diplomat and statesman, third President of the United States, we are constrained to take the word of a hobbling old man who comes in at the gate, and who tells us that he alone inhabits the pile of ruins that is all that is ieft of Monticello, and that he lives “on the kindness of them that comes to see where Thomas Jefferson lies buried.”
At Montpelier, four miles from Orange, Virginia, Madison is buried. The grave is in the centre of a large, level field, in a lot about one hundred feet square, surrounded by a brick wall. Over the gate is the inscription, “Madison, 1820.” Within are four graves, and from one of them, higher than the others, rises an obelisk, with the inscription, “Madison, born March 16, 1751.” By its side is a smaller shaft of white marble, raised to the memory of sweet Dolly Madison, “whom everybody loved." The other two mounds are heaped over the graves of two nephews whom Madison and his wife dearly loved, and who wished to be buried with them.
There is a beautiful site in Hollywood cemetery in Richmond, Virginia, which is the burial-place of James Monroe. The resting-place
vault of bricks and granite, and the sarcophagus containing the ashes of Monroe bears the following memento on a brass
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plate, “James Monroe, born in Westmorland county, 28th April, 1758; died in the city of New York, 4th of July, 1831. By order of the General Assembly, his remains were removed to this cemetery, 5th July, 1858, as an evidence of the affection of Virginia for her good and honored son.” Over this is a Gothic temple, twelve feet long and nine feet wide, resting upon four pillars on a foundation of dressed Virginia granite. The temple is painted drab, and sanded so as to simulate stone, and the heavy door is of cast-iron, wrought in such intricate pattern as nearly to prevent a view of the sarcophagus within.
Andrew Jackson lies in a corner of the garden of the Hermitage, his famous home, just outside of Nashville. His wife, so dearly loved in life, lies at his side. Over the graves of both is a massive monument of Tennessee granite, in the form of an entablature and dome, raised on eight fluted Doric pillars. On the inside, the structure is elaborately adorned with stucco work, and it contains the monument proper, a pyramid resting on a square base, and bearing simply the dates that bounded the strong and passionate life of this most admired and most hated man of his times.
MARTIN VAN BUREN.
In the little cemetery of Kinderhook, New York, is the family lot that contains the bones of Martin Van Buren. On a high granite shaft is the name of the eighth President of the United States, with the dates of his birth and death. On another face of the monument is the name of his wife, and on a third that of a son. The grave and its surroundings are evidently the objects of loving care and attention; the grass is smoothiy shaven and the coming of summer covers it with beautiful flowers.
WILLIAM HENRY HARRISON.
William Henry Harrison's grave is in North Bend, Indiana. The grave itself is a simple mound on a little knoll, shaded by oaks and beeches, unmarked, unfenced, but bearing evidence of the visits of those who love it and care for it. There is no monument, and no inscription anywhere to tell the story of the life of the hero of Tippe canoe and of his untimely death.
Even more unmarked than the grave of Harrison is that of John Tyler, his successor. It lies in Holywood cemeiery, a few yards from the grave of Monroe, and is wholly undecorated, save by the impartial hand of nature. At the head of the little mound, which scarcely rises above the level of the earth around it, is a young magnolia tree; at one side is a straggling juniper, and the mound itself is covered with a rough growth of bushes. Near by are the graves of Monroe, of William Allen, of James M. Mason and of “Little Joe," the son of Jefferson Paris, killed in Richmond during the war.
JAMES K. POLK.
At the old homestead on the corner of Vine and Union streets, Nasbville, may be found the grave of James K. Polk. An iron gate, surmounted by an eagle, opens from Vine street into a broad avenue, shaded by Mulberry trees and silver-leaf poplars, which leads tç the large brick house in which President Polk lived. Back of the house is the tomb, beautified by flowers and kept with loving care. A solid marble block, twelve feet high and twelve feet square, marks the spot, and bears the simple inscription, “James K. Polk, eleventh President of the United States; born November 2, 1795; died June 15, 1849."
Three times have the remains of Zachary Taylor been moved. The first interment was made at Washington; afterwards, by the wishes of his family, the body was moved to a family lot on the Taylor homestead, five miles out of Louisville, Kentucky; again they were removed to what was supposed to be a more suitable spot, in Cave Hill cemetery, within the city of Louisville. In 1878 the last change was made, and they were transferred to the beautiful cemetery at Frankfort, Kentucky, where his grave was chosen in the corner of that burial spot that holds so many illustrious dead.
Millard Fillmore lies buried under a magnificent Norway pine at Forest Lawn, just out of Buffalo, New York, the home of his manhood. A tall monument marks the spot and contains the simple inscription. Near by is the grave of Fillmore's daughter. Both mounds are in beautifully kept, grassy plats, and bear evidence of care and attention. Here, too, are buried many heroes of the Revolutionary war, and Stepheu Champlin and Bidwell, who fell at Cedar Creek.
The body of Franklin Pierce rests at Concord, New Hampshire, in the old cemetery on Main street, where lie the founders of Concord. The Pierce lot is one of the most ample and beautiful in the cemetery. It contains an acre of beautifully kept ground, traversed by neat paths and surrounded by a handsome iron fence. The monument is of Italian marble, and consists of a spire, with cap, die and plinth, resting on a base of granite. The shaft is surmounted by a draped cross, and the entire height of the monument is over fourteen feet.
James Buchanan lies in Woodward Hill cemetery, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, on the banks of the Conestoga river. The lot is carefully enclosed by a hedge of blooming roses and beautifully kept. A fine sarcophagus of Italian marble does honor to the memory of the statesman, and bears the simple inscription, “Here rest the remains of James Buchanan, fifteenth President of the United States; born in Franklin county, Pennsylvania, April 23, 1791; died at Wheatland, June 1, 1868."
All the world knows and loves the spot that holds the ashes of the “martyr-chief.” Lincoln lies in Oak Ridge cemetery in Springfield, Illinois. A magnificent memorial in marble, granite and bronze marks the spot. The structure was begun shortly after his death by Lincoln's friends, and soon became a tribute of a Nation's love and sorrow. The monument is of Quincy gray granite, and has at the base of the shaft a catacomb and a memorial hall, the former containing five crypts, side by side. The central crypt is closed, and the interior is viewed through a glass plate. In it is the sarcophagus containing the remains of Abraham Lincoln. Within the memorial hall are deposited articles used by Mr. Lincoln or associated with his life. The entire pile covers a space on the ground of one hundred and nine