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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: ... PROCEEDINGS OF THE N. Y. HISTORICAL SOCIETY, ON THE OCCASION OF THE DEATH OF MR. CALHOUN. At a stated meeting of the New York Historical Society, held at its rooms in the New York University, on Tuesday evening, the 2nd day of April, 1850, the Hon. Luther Bradish, President, presiding. Dr. Alexander H. Stephens announced the death of the Hon. John C. Calhoun, in the following words: Mr. President: --This is a time of gloom. Yesterday, over our public edifices, the national flag, half hoisted, drooped heavily--its stars obscured. A public calamity was indicated. It was the death of Mr. Calhoun. His home, sir, was nearly one thousand miles distant. Who will so far forget the Roman maxim, as to despair of the Republic when there is such sympathy between its remote members? It is an evidence of unity, and every expression of it is a new bond of union. I have risen, Mr. President, to move that the death of John Caldwell Calhoun be entered upon your journal, with the expression of the profound veneration entertained by this Society for his high character, his unsurpassed abilities, and his pre-eminent public services. The name of Calhoun is historical; it ia mete that an historical society should mark its estimate of his character. His was a beacon light to a wide-spread region: lofty, pure, and brilliant. Long the guide of anxious patriotism, it will be seen no more forever. Let it be permitted even to me, sir, to mingle private grief with universal public mourning. While yet a stripling at Yale, I hung upon the first lispings of his young eloquence, and marked with admiration, the intellectual vigor of the new grown Hercules. In after life, College recollections were a cord of friendship between us, no strand of which was ever broken. We are..