The Virginian

Honorable characters, their medals will shed a light forth in original and unalloyed brightness. The little cavils of party bickering, by which the dreams of honest men were so often disturbed, and ah! mingled many that with the dust at the feet of the [kenned?], ever through heady, atli he lout in the what what and Europe at ot ot e passions which other parties and eschew fretful [?].

Even now, they are almost forgotten and lo, they have been superseded by other feelings scarcely less bitter in their nature... and scarcely less [?], which shall go with the same fate, the same whirl in, a few short years. What a lesson to human nature, ye who are fond of mingling party passions, ye who utter indiscriminate [? ] and put forth [? ] to the tombs of Jefferson and Adams, and ask where are the respective friends and enemies of these individuals, who so often disgusted them with [? ] and pried them with the shafts of [? ]? Where are they? When answers "In their graves?" They and their themes are both in name and the words have sunk to that oblivion which only screens them from a still worse fate, the pity and contempt of the wise and good.

Think you, that the bones of Jefferson and Adams "rattle in their tombs" when some revived calumny is dragged from its [? ] to throw a shade over their memory? If the inanimate dead were capable of feeling, and could give utterance to their sentiments, we should hear them, in the language of admonition, bidding us to "forbear!" They would not urge this course so much because it is unmanly to war against the dead and to build over their grave a monument of their errors, as because we all should be more or less benefitted by the general operation of a system of mutual charity. Charity of opinion is due not less to the living than the dead.

If mortals could be infallible—if an All-wise Providence had seen fit so to constitute man as to place in his power to stand unmoved by passion when every thing conspired to arouse his feelings—to be unallured and unseduced into the commission of error, when on every side stood a bewitching siren, holding hip onward, and wild goat to his [? ] to tempt his [? ]; wealth to excite his avarice, and pleasure to stimulate his hopes,—then, indeed, would he place himself beyond the pale of forbearance who should forfeit his character by a single deviation from virtue—who should err at all in word, thought or deed. But, since thus is not the case—since, "to err is human," we ought to be always disposed to give the most favorable construction to the conduct of our fellow beings. We ought, not, at all events, to push our abhorrence of the errors into which we all are led to such an extreme as to give rise to hatred of the individual—for, "to forgive is divine."

If all who have erred had felt the avenging stroke of unmitigated ire, whose head would not have been laid bare to the lightnings of Heaven? Who would not have been the victim of a just retribution? These remarks are not made because they have any special application to the recent melancholy event which has deprived America of its most venerated children; but as teaching a lesson of moderation to their survivors, which they ought not speedily to forget.

We have published the Oration of Gov. Tyler. It reflects greater credit on his head and heart. Any slight imperfection in its construction and phraseology ought to be overlooked, considering the shortness of the period allotted him for the composition of his task.

We are compelled to omit the funeral ceremonies observed in most of the cities and towns of the United States occasioned by the deaths of Messrs. Jefferson and Adams. We shall, therefore, hereafter only condense them.