The National Republican And Ohio Political Register

The grave of Jefferson.—A writer in Poulson's American Daily Advertiser, thus describes the burial place of Mr. Jefferson :

I ascended the winding road, which leads from Charlottesville to Monticello. The path leads a circuitous ascent of about two miles up the miniature mountain, on the ridge of which stands the mansion, the farm and the grave of Jefferson. On entering the gate which opens into the enclosure, numerous paths diverge in various directions, winding through beautiful groves to the summit of the hill. From the peak on which the house stands, a grand and nearly unlimited view opens, of the thickly wooded hills and fertile vallies, which stretch out on either side. The University, with its dome, porticoes, and colonnades, looks like a fair city in the plain; Charlottesville seems to be directly beneath. No spot can be imagined as combining greater advantages of grandeur, healthfulness, and seclusion. The house is noble in its appearance; two large columns support a portico, which extends from the wings, and into it the front opens. The apartments are neatly furnished and embellished with statues, busts, portraits, and natural curiosities. The grounds and out-houses have been neglected. Mr. Jefferson's attention being absorbed from such personal concerns, by the cares attendant on the superintendance of the University which, when in health, he visited daily since its erection commenced.

At a short distance behind the mansion, in a quiet, shaded spot, the visiter sees a square enclosure, surrounded by a low un-mortared stone wall, which he enters by a neat wooden gate. This is the family burial ground, containing 10 or 15 graves, none of them marked by epitaphs and only a few distinguished by any memorial. On one side of this simple cemetery, is the resting place of the Patriot and Philosopher. When I saw it, the vault was just arched, and in readiness for the plain stone which is to cover it. May it ever continue like Washington's, without any adventitious attractions or conspicuousness; for, when we to our posterity, need any further memento of our debt of honor to those names, than their simple inscription on paper, wood or stone, gorgeous tombs would be a mockery to their memories. When gratitude shall cease to consecrate their remembrance in the hearts of our citizens, no cenotaph will inspire the reverence we owe to them.