Mount Vernon and its associations, historical, biographical and pictorial . aged eighty-eight ; S. Palmer, aged seventy-nine ; S. F. Smith, aged seventy- 334 MOUNT VERNON nine; Charles N. Bancker, aged eighty-three; Qnintin Camp-bell, aged eighty-three, and John F. Wat-son, the annalist of Philadelphia andNew York, aged eighty. President Adams transmitted the reso-Intions of Congress to Mrs. Washington,and in reply to their request concerningthe remains of her Imsband, she said : Tauglit by the great example whichI have so long had before me, never tooppose my private wishes to the publicwill,
Mount Vernon and its associations, historical, biographical and pictorial . aged eighty-eight ; S. Palmer, aged seventy-nine ; S. F. Smith, aged seventy- 334 MOUNT VERNON nine; Charles N. Bancker, aged eighty-three; Qnintin Camp-bell, aged eighty-three, and John F. Wat-son, the annalist of Philadelphia andNew York, aged eighty. President Adams transmitted the reso-Intions of Congress to Mrs. Washington,and in reply to their request concerningthe remains of her Imsband, she said : Tauglit by the great example whichI have so long had before me, never tooppose my private wishes to the publicwill, I must consent to the request madeby Congress, which you have the good-ness to transmit to me ; and in doingthis, I need not, I cannot say, what asacrifice of individual feeling I make toa sense of public duty. The remains of Washington have neverbeen removed from his beloved MountYernon. It is well. They never shouldbe. The Home and the Tomb of ourillustrious Friend, should be inseparable; and the glowing wordsof LuNT should express the sentiment of every American:—. mphersons bldb. Ay, leave him alone to sleep forever, Till the strong archangel calls for the dead,By the verdant bank of that rushing river,Where first they pillowed his mighty head. Lowly may be the turf that coversThe sacred grave of his last repose;But, oh 1 theres a glory round it hovers, Broad as the daybreak, and bright as its close. AND ITS ASSOCIATIONS. 335 Though marble pillars were reared above him,Temples and obelisks, rich and rare—Better be dwells in the hearts that love him,Cold and lone as he slumbers there. Why should ye gather with choral numbers?Why should your thronging thousands come ?Who will dare to invade his slumbers,Or take him awaj from his narrow home? Well he sleeps in the majesty, Silent and stern, of awful death IAnd he who visits him there, should be Alone with God, and his own hushed breath. Revel and pomp would profane his ashes:And may never a sound be murmured thereBut the
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