From the St. Louis Gazette.
Andrew jackson.

BY SOLITAIRE.
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flushed Is the battles strife-he quiet sleeps


Who spoke in thunder to his country's foe,
And while sad and stricken nation weeps


With noble pride her throbbiug millinns glow;
His patriot heart no serried ranks could quail
He never knew such coward word as fall
Censure, now silent, sinks into the eprth


His virtues, only, greet our weeping eyes,
As. bursting into glorious SECOND birth,


They lift hem. upward, to his home--,he skies.
Droop, droop our banner, muffie now our drums;
Conquered. ~ death, our nations hero comes.