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gooil Old Dominion , the blessed Mother of us all , Will then raise her head with pride among the nation . " When history shall , at some future day come to draw his character , to
what department shall she assign him ? Shall she encircle his brow with the wreath of civic worth ? Or shall philosophy weave a garland of her own ? He is equally dear to all the sciences . In mournful procession , they have repaired to the tomb where
his mortal remains are lnurned , and hallowed the spot—yes , hallowed be the spot where he rests from his labours . Wave after wave may roll by , sweeping , in its restless course , countless generations from the face of the earth , yet shall the resting place of Jefferson be hallowed—like Mount
Vernon , Monticello shall catch the eye of the wayfarer , and arrest his course . There shall he draw the inspirations of liberty , and learn those great truths which nature destined him to know .
Is not , then , this man ' s life most beautifully consistent ? Trace him from the period of his earliest manhood to the hour of his final dissolution , and does not his ardour in the prosecution of the great cause of human rights , excite your admiration ,
and enlist your gratitude ? May it not be said , that he has lived only for the good of others ? Look upon him in the last stage of his existence . But a few days before his death , he exults in the happiness of his country and the full confirmation of his labours .
With the prospect of death before him , suffering under a cruel disease , he offers up an impressive prayer for the good of mankind . When speaking of the then approaching jubilee , in writfog to the Mayor of Washington , he says , "May it be to the world what I believe it will be , the signal of arouslng men to burst the chains under
which monkish ignorance and superstition had persuaded them to bind the mselves , and to assume the blessings of free government "—and it shall > e that signal ; a flood of light has burst upon the world , and the Juggernauts
of superstition , and the gloom ° * ignorance , shall melt in its brightness . Will you look upon him , my countr ymen , in the last moments of 1 existence ? Shall I make known J 0 you his fond concern for you and
your posterity , when the hand of death pressed heavily upon him ? Learn , then , that he dwelt on the subject of the University—portrayed the blessings which it was destined to diffuse , and , forgetful of his valuable services ,
often urged his physician to leave his bedside , lest his class might suffer in his absence . One other theme dwelt on his lips until they were motionless . It was the fourth of July . He often expressed the wish to die on that day . On the 3 d * so says my correspondent ,
he raised his languid head and said , " This is the 4 th of Jul y / ' and the smile of contentment played upon his lips—Heaven heard his prayers , and crowned his wishes . Oh precious lifel Oh glorious death ! He has left to us , my countrymen , a precious legacy .
His last words were , * ' I resign myself to my God , and my child to my country "—and shall not that child of his age , that only surviving daughter , the solace of his dying hour , be fostered and cherished by a grateful country ?
Thus has terminated , in the 84 th year of his age , the life of one of the greatest and best of men . " His weary sun hath made a golden set . " Let the rulers of nations profit by his example —an example which points the way to the temple of true glory , and proclaims to the statesman of every age and
every tongue" Be just aud fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim ' st at be thy Country ' s , Thy God ' s , and Truth . " Then shall thy lifeless body sleep in blessings , and the tears of a nation water thy grave .
Let bis life be an instructive lesson also to us , my countrymen ; let us teach our children to reverence his name , and , even in infancy , to lisp his principles . As one great means of
perpetuating freedom , let the annual recurrence of the day of our nation ' s birth be ever hailed with rapture . Is it not stamped with the seal of Divinity ? How wonderful are the means by which he rules the world ! Scarcely has the funeral knell of our Jefferson
been sounded in our ears , when we are startled by the death-bell of another patriot—his zealous coadjutor in the holy cause of the revolutionone among * the foremost of those who sought his country ' s disenthralment
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1826, page 645, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2554/page/9/