until our citizens come to have their hearts like Archimedes' pullies,
fixed on heaven. The world sometimes makes such bids to ambition,
that nothing but heaven can outbid her. The heart is sometimes so embittered,
that nothing but
divine love can
sweeten it; so enraged,
that
devotion only can becalm it; and so broke down,
that it takes all the force of
heavenly hope to raise it. In short,
religion is the only
sovereign and controlling power over man.
Bound by that, the rulers will never usurp, nor the people rebel.
The former will
govern like fathers, and the latter obey like children.
And thus moving on, firm and united as a host of brothers,
they will continue invincible as long as they continue
virtuous."
When he was near his end,
seeing his lady
weeping by his bedside,
he gave her a look of great
tenderness, and said, "My dear, weep not for me,
I am not afraid to die; for, thank God, I can lay my hand on my heart and say,
that since I came to man's
estate, I have never intentionally
done wrong to any."
These were nearly his last words, for
shortly after uttering them,
he closed his eyes in the sleep of death.
Thus
peaceful and happy was the end of general Francis Marion,
of whom, as a
partisan officer, general Greene has often been heard to say,
that "the page of history never furnished his equal."
And if any higher praise of Marion were necessary, it is to be found
in the very
remarkableresemblance between him and the great Washington.
They both came forward, volunteers in the service of their country;
they both
learned the military art in the hard and
hazardous schools
of Indian
warfare; they were both such true soldiers in vigilance,
that no enemy could ever surprise them; and so equal in undaunted valor,
that nothing could ever
dishearten them: while as to
the still nobler
virtues of
patience, disinterestedness, self-
government,
severity to themselves and
generosity to their enemies,
it is difficult to determine whether Marion or Washington most deserve
our
admiration. And even in the
lesser incidents of their lives,
the
resemblance between these two great men is closer than common.
They were both born in the same year; both lost their fathers in early life;
both married excellent and
wealthy ladies; both left widows;
and both died childless.
The name of Marion continues dear to the people of the south;
and to this day,
whenever his
amiable widow rides through the country,
she meets the most
pleasing evidences, that her husband, though dead,
is not forgotten. The
wealthy, everywhere, treat her with the respect
due to a mother; while the poor,
gathering around her carriage,
often press to shake hands with her, then looking at each other with a sigh
they exclaim -- "THAT'S THE WIDOW OF OUR GLORIOUS OLD MARION."
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