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General Jackson and his SLares. The Gin
cinnatti Gazette of Wednesday last publishes the
following Interesting intelligence


.,a..,a, so, NASHVILLE, June II, l845.
Gentlcmen:, attended the funeral of General
Jackson, and took my last look at the old man.
Every thing was as simple as could be wished.
There was one thing that struck me very forsibly
he has always been charged with being tyranical
but if the evidence of his siaueS is testimony to
the contrary, am witness that there was sor-
row, universal, among what suppose must have
been some seventy or eighty. You would see
them Standing around the Hermage in groups
OF fifteen to twenty, dressed in their Sunday dress)
in silent griefthe tears rolling down their dark
faces. The house servants were Immediately a.
round the foot of the coffin. Poor fellows When
the reverend clergyman (Mr. Edgar addressed
hmselfo them, the domestic character oS their
deceased father and friend, there was one gush of
gricf-thoush silent-and l. as usual, sent forth
my shower.


The body was placed in coffin covered with
black cloth, with silver plate in the form of
shield, and simply the name of "Andrew Jackson"
upon it.