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Andrew Jackson (?Jack") Donelson
Nephew of Rachel Jackson and husband of Emily Donelson, reared at the Hermitage the age of four, educated at West Point and at Transylvania University. Private secretary General Jackson and later charge d?affaires to the Texas Republic. He was the most di: terested and one of the ablest of Old Hickory?s intimate counselors. From a portrait by 7 owned by Mrs. Betty Donelson of Nashville.
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garden walk to where the earth had been opened, asket walked Jackson as a man would walk in a trance' 1 ?jl'with those of ever-dependable John Coffee and of H(
"e; then a great train of Donelson relations; then the |&vants, moaning and chanting. When Hannah flung Jthe grave someone asked her to control her grief, fhis head, and Hannah lay there sobbing.
^Reverend William Hume spoke for twenty minutes, ffat ^ords uttered on such an occasion are so free fror
e righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance.? might be applied to that venerable matron, with mui as she gave every reasonable evidence that she was hteous. . . . Her character was so well known . . . d ?ing remarks will readily be acknowledged as true: . . cr seat was seldom empty in the house of God. The t ?e penitence were often shed by her in the temple of the tad a tender and a feeling heart, and sometimes I hav -ajb; bedewing her cheeks while she was speaking of . . . Ljjier, who seemed to be entirely careless about a futun lie she rejoiced in the honor of a nation, yet no unbeo M. mind, no haughtiness, no overbearing conduct, coul ?Gci^'even by an inimical eye, in this amiable lady. Sh *Syith the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. . . . 1 :.4nd affability, her husband was [rendered] more fri! family than in the midst of his triumphs, jears and lamentations of the servants are proofs of h ?as mistress of her household. . . . The widow and t 'ijilong lament the death of Mrs. Jackson. . . . Blest ,/she had a heart to feel and a hand to relieve the poc jj. She viewed the bounties of Providence ... as de: enefactor to flow in channels leading to the doors of ?'re perishing of thirst, that they, also, might quaff a cl.
me, indeed, during the presidential struggle, with unf is and unjustifiable motives, exerted all their powers to 1 numerous virtues into the shade. . . . Under this cruel ti Mrs. Jackson displayed the temper of a disciple of Him ~eek and lowly of heart. . . . She felt the injustice of the Her compassionate heart was wrung with sorrow. Her