?

The solemnity of this assembly, the lamentations of the American people
will answer, "alas, he is now no more--the Mighty is fallen!"

Yes, Americans, your WASHINGTON is gone! he is now consigned to dust,
and "sleeps in dull, cold marble." The man, who never felt a wound, but
when it pierced his country, who never groaned, but when fair freedom
bled, is now forever silent!--Wrapped in the shroud of death, the dark
dominions of the grave long since received him, and he rests in
undisturbed repose! Vain were the attempt to express our loss--vain the
attempt to describe the feelings of our souls! Though months have rolled
away, since he left this terrestrial orb, and fought the shining worlds
on high, yet the sad event is still remembered with increased sorrow.
The hoary headed patriot of '76 still tells the mournful story to the
listening infant, till the loss of his country touches his heart, and
patriotism fires his breath. The aged matron still laments the loss of
the man, beneath whose banners her husband has fought, or her son has
fallen.--At the name of WASHINGTON, the sympathetic tear still glistens
in the eye of every youthful hero, nor does the tender sigh yet cease to
heave, in the fair bosom of Columbia's daughters.

Farewel, O WASHINGTON, a long farewel!
Thy country's tears embalm thy memory:
Thy virtues challenge immortality;
Impressed on grateful hearts, thy name shall live,
Till dissolution's deluge drown the world!

Although we must feel the keenest sorrow, at the demise of our
WASHINGTON, yet we console ourselves with the reflection, that his
virtuous compatriot, his worthy successor, the firm, the wise, the
inflexible ADAMS still survives.--Elevated, by the voice of his country,
to the supreme executive magistracy, he constantly adheres to her
essential interests; and, with steady hand, draws the disguising veil
from the intrigues of foreign enemies, and the plots of domestic foes.
Having the honor of America always in view, never fearing, when wisdom
dictates, to stem the impetuous torrent of popular resentment, he stands
amidst the fluctuations of party, and the explosions of faction, unmoved
as Atlas,

While storms and tempests thunder on its brow,
And oceans break their billows at its feet.

Yet, all the vigilance of our Executive, and all the wisdom of our
Congress have not been sufficient to prevent this country from being in
some degree agitated by the convulsions of Europ