M^^^^^Hi LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 00DDSD2HSST 'o . . • -0 ,0' O '*,,«' 0^ ^!^'%V ^^-n.^ ^ -0 ii 1/ 'If H ON THE LIFE AND CHAMCTER OF s^- DELIVERED AT THE REQUEST OF THE CITIZENS OF RALEIGH, (in TlIK PRESBYTERIAN CllUnCII,) JULY 20tu, 1850. Illil (PUULISIIEI> AT TUE INSTANCE OF THE COMMITTEE OF ARKANGEMENTS, AND OTHERS.) RALi;iGH : A. M. GORMAJV, FRIWTER — SPIRIT OF THE AGE OFFICE. 1850. RALEIGH, JULY 20th, 1850. HENRY W. MLLER, Esq. : Dear Sir : — The Committee of Arrangements for the 3Funeral Obsequies of the late President of the United States, desire to return you their thanks, in behalf of the Citizens of Raleigh, whom they represent, for the highly able and eloquent Eulogy upon the Ufe and character of the illustrious deceased, this day delivered by you in the Presbyterian Church. Reflecting the earnest wish of the Citizens, generally, they would respectfully request a copy of your Address for publication. Very respectfully, yours, SEATON GALES, .7. F. JORDAN, P. BUSBEE, G. W. HAYWOOD, J. H. MANLY, Committee Z3 CQ ^3 My Fellow Citizexs : — Cold indeed must be tlie heart of him, who casting bis thoughts back but a few days, can look unmoved upon the scene, which is passing before us, and dead the mind that could fail to learn from it the solemn and impressive lessons, it is so well calculated to impart ! Ten days ago, there came to us on the wings of the lightning, the melancholy and unexpected intelligence, that the head of this mighty- Nation, full of j-ears and of honors, had been cut down in the mi' 1st of his usefulness and fame. I say it came to us on the vmgs of the light- ning. How overwhelming to us aU, was the literal reality ! Though by the ordinary means, that intelligence should have not reached us, until, per- haps, the funeral ceremonies, with all their solemn sadness, were over, and dust unto dust had returned, yet as it was, we felt that we were in the presence of the corpse itself, — that we could reach forth, and touch the temple of that once proud spirit, that we could feel its pulsations de- part, and catch the last flickerings of that ' light of life' which had burnt so brightly ! We felt here, at the distance of hundreds of miles from the spot where that body lay in state, with the flush of life hardly faded from its cheek, that we could see passing to and fro, the great and illustrious of the land, eager to catch a last ghmpse at that face from which had flashed the eagle eye, an d on which the shock of battle had so often fallen, with no other cfleet, than to spring into life all the enei'gies of the soul that reigned within. We felt that we were in the presence of the dead ! — We saw the sable ganuents of the widow and the orphan. — We wit- nessed the tear as it coursed down the manly cheek of those, who stood in wrapt awe and sorrow around that bier. We joined the immense throng of mourners, who went vfith sad hearts to the solemn resting place^ and we heard the booming of those minute guns which seemed like music to the flitting spirit, to remind it once more and for the last time, as it departed from earth, of the distant fields of its glory ! Since that day, the grief, with which the heart of the nation throbbed with so much intensity, has been thrown out to every extreme, and back a- gain has each pulsation been returned, to remind us, that in those extremes, every ennobling sensibility is alive to the Nation's loss. The mysterioug Toice of the Teleirapli — lilcp tliat of the spirit departed — ■wlusperinc; its own flight — the Press with its thousand tongues, speaking from a- midst its garbs of mourning, — the Pulpit, with its sacred and admonitory voice, — tlic mutflod drum, the Church IjcII with its solemn toll, the deep toned cannon, sending forth its loud lamentations upon the land and over the sea, hare all borne testimony to the scenes Avhich have been passing in our country, and give assurance that we are not here in vain, to add our humble but sincere tiibute of respect, to the memory of the departed patriot and hero ! Let us endeavor to make good this hour of meeting, and store away some gems of memory, which we may cast, ere we depart hence, into the casket of a Nation's grief! What then, has brought us togetlicr on this occasion ? Why this as- semblage of the aged and the young, the matron and the fair damsel, the rich and the poor, the high and the humble V Does the herald proclaim some success in arais upon the ensanguined battle-field, which demands for him who acliieved it the splendor of a triiunph ? Has there been read to us the account of some trophy of genius wliich bespeaks our ad- miration and calls for the loud peans for our praise ? Have we met, in imitation of the ancient world, to proclaim an apotheosis to a departed he- ro, whose laui'els were stained with the blood of thousands, shed to grat- ify' the unholy promptings of personal ambition ? Have we come to- gether to hear recited the drama of that heartless pomp and empty show, which surroimd and adorn the tlirones of princes and emperors ? No — thank Heaven ! Our purpose, though sad, is higher — purer, hoUer. — Tlie noblest emotions of the heart have brought us together. We are liere to add our A'oice of mourning to that which has gone up from every section of the Union, for tlie loss of one, who, whilst living, gave to his Country tlie service of an honest, a devoted and patriotic licart, and dying, hath bequeathed to it, a character " without spot or blemish," and a fame, upon which the world will dwell, through succeeding ages, with a 146 ^^:i:^:.X .^^^i^^^.. .^v:4:^:..\ "•vP I' <• ^ o, *'7VV* A ^. w o ^^ V ."^vP. ..v^. .c,^^.