that it is merely a personal friendship entertained for him, and that politically you prefer Mr. Grundy. They will try to make much of this. I, you know can contradict this, and will do so wherever I meet it, but if you will write me a letter substantially such as is herewith enclosed, the effect will be good. I may not use it but I wish to have it ready to be used by me with great caution. I feel intensely anxious for Eatons success and must guard every point, and I really think a letter similar to the one enclosed may be necessary to success. Write by the first mail, all our friends in good

"I have just come in while McLemore is closing his letter. What he states is true. Grundy is saying that your opinions are not correctly represented; and that he would obtain certificates to show that your political desires are for him.

"Letters to me tonight from Gallatin say that the fever is up since I came out, that all Grundy's instruction men are turning over and in three days a majority of the county will direct Watkins and Boddie to vote against him. So much for his management of matters.

"E."

THE TOMB AT THE HERMITAGE WHERE JACKSON IS BURIED.

CHAPTER 8.

Poem on Andrew Jackson published in 1842 by W. Wallace, Esq.; address of Daniel Webster at New York Historical Society on death of Andrew Jackson; poem "Welcome to General Jackson" by Mrs. Adams, quoted from Knoxville Register of March 4, 1829; poem "Jackson" by Ella Bentley Arthur; poem "Memories of General Jackson" published Auburn, New York, 1845; poem "The Hero Sleeps," Auburn, New York, 1845; editorial on Mrs Rachel Jackson in Knoxville Register May 27, 1829; action of the Board of Aldermen of Knoxville, December 29, 1828, on the death of Mrs. Jackson; "Dirge to the Memory of Mrs. Jackson," by Dr. James McHenry, Refutation of charges on Mrs. Jackson in 1827; action of Nashville authorities on her death; Adjutant General's report on General John Coffee; Gov. C. C. Claiborne to Gen. Coffee; Gen. Coffee's reply; letters from Jackson.

"STAR OF THE WEST! whose steadfast light
Sparkles above our troubled sea,

Well may the watcher of the night

Turn with a trusting heart to thee

To thee, whose strong hand steered the bark
When all around was wild and dark,
And bent the white wing of the mast,

That trembled, like a thing of fear
Within the tempest's thunder-blast,
Before its haven-rest is near.

"Undying ray! unfading flame,

Of glory set within our skies,
Forever burning there the same,
Above a nation's destinies,
And linked with all the noble band

Of Freedom worship in their Ind,
Whose rolling streams and rugged sod

Still, still no monarch own but God!
Beam on! Beam on! while millions turn
To where thy lofty splendors burn,
Like seraph-wings, whose rainbow plumes,
From Heaven's far battlement unfurl'd,
Shine grandly through the fearful glooms
That pall a sun-deserted world!

"CHIEF OF THE BRAVE! 'Twas thine to wield
Resistless arms in battle-field!

Twas thine to give the gallant blow

That struck the lion-standard low!

E'en as a mighty harp with strings

Thrilling beneath the tempest's wings, So thrilled the nation's soul, when thou Trampled the foe beneath thy feet, And saw, victorious o'er thy brow

Unfurled, Columbia's glory-sheet.

"Oh! when the storms of Treason lower
O'er freedom's consecrated tower,
And that for which the grey-haired sire
With boyhood gladly gave his life,
Shall wither fast beneath the fire

Of wild Ambition's demon-strife;
The Patroit then shall boldly start,

With kindled eye and swelling heart, Murmur devotedly thy name,

Rush where the ranks of Treachery stand, And fearless quench the unholy flame Lit on the altars of our land.

"What though around thy brow sublime We see the snowy wreath of Time!

Aye! let the very marble rest,

Old Chieftain! on thy mouldering breast

Thy spirit bravely flashing out,

Like the bright Grecian torch of old

By mailed warriors hurled about,

Shall beam on centuries untold.

"Long as a Hero's grave shall be

A Cherished altar for the freeAh! dearer far, and more divine,

Than Persian orb or orient shrineLong as the River, by whose wave

Thou led'st the armies of the brave,
Shall, in the shades of the evening dim,
Echo the anthem of the sea,

And mingle with its solemn hymn
The ancient songs of liberty.

Long as the spirits of the blest

Shall hover o'er each patriot's sleep,

True as those planets of the west

That watch the shut eyes of the Deep;

Long as our starry banner flies

On dashing seas, through azure skies,
A radiant hope from heaven displayed
To all who groan in tyrant-chains,
That still, despite of throne and blade,

For them a brighter lot remains.
So long, Oh! Soldier-Patroit-Sage,
so long, unterrified, sublime,
Shalt thou, unheeding envy's rage,
Tower up, the land-mark of our age,
The noblest glory of thy time!