“Eternal Providence! Whate’er thy ways, ’Tis still our duty to adore and praise. Lo, the bright virtues from her earliest time, Which souls ungenerous slandered into crime. Lo, her loved husband’s fame, by foes assailed, Impotent still. And while each effort failed, Behold them turn with most dishonest arts, Against domestic Peace their venomed darts. Nor sex, nor purity, nor honored age Could save them from the shafts of blinded rage. Yet she but lived to triumph and to see Her fame proved pure as ’twas designed to be, When Nature, in her great and high behest, Formed, of her daughters, her among the best. Yet shall her cherished memory long endure, To still assuage the grief it may not cure. As when the glorious sun retires to rest, He leaves a golden twilight in the west, Where the mild radiance of his thousand rays Illumes the skies and gladdens every gaze; So the remembrance of her virtues dear Shall o’er the hearts of those who loved her here Shed the mild radiance of that tranquil joy, Which death, nor fate, nor ill can e’er destroy.” Until a few days before his death, the General wore always around his neck and hidden in his bosom a miniature of Mrs. Jackson, on the back of which is a pretty little wreath made of his and her hair. The chain to which it is attached is curiously wrought of black beads intermingled with a flower-work of bright gold ones, into which these words are skilfully introduced: “Presented to General Andrew Jackson as a token of esteem, from Caledonia M. Gibson. May blessings crown thy hoary head.” Every night he placed this miniature on a little table by his bedside, leaning against his Bible, with the beloved face towards him, so that the kind, familiar smile should be his first greeting when he waked. His granddaughter, now Mrs. Lawrence, bears the honored name of his wife, Rachel Jackson, and was an especial favorite of his. His eyes were often fixed upon her during his last illness with peculiar interest and affection. One morning within a few days of his death, when she came to bid him good-bye, before starting to the city to school, he threw the chain around her neck and asked her to wear, for his sake, the miniature he had loved and worn so long.