Daily Alta California, Volume 11, Number 260, 19 September 1859 — ST.> torn bed. [ARTICLE]

Entombed.

The dark portals of the tomb hare closed over tbe remains of David C. BRODERICK, and all that was, all that he acccomplised, has passed into history. To eulogize the dead is now our task. In a few brief words we have already paid an humble tribute to his virtues, and his greatness among men; and nothing that we now might say, would tend to exalt his name, or make his memory more sincerely reverenced than it is already, by the people of California. All is past, all is over with him, in so far as an earthly career is to be considered, and it is left only for us to speak well of the dead, and to lament the sad fate that has so early befallen him. David C. Broderick was sent out of the world at the period of life commonly considered the prime moment of human existence. A young man, who had risen to eminence and greatness, solely by his own individual effort, and by the strength of hit own giant intellect, be has been cut off like the bud just bursting into the full leaf blossom, mercilessly sundered from the parent. "Quem amat Deus moritur adolescena"

" Whom God loves dies young," saith the proverb, but it is impossible to reconcile the murderous deed that resulted in this great misfortune, with a special fiat of a Divine Providence, maugre the proverb. Here has been murder done ; because, Mr. Broderick has been made the victim of a violent death, at the hands of a violent and wicked fellow man, without baring given the slightest cause for such dread revenge. He who saith "vengeance is mine and i will repay thee," will avenge this bloody deed. The murderer may seek what clime he will; may strive to the utmost to shake off and leave behind the damning recollection of his foul deed, but all will be of no avail. No ! sleeping or in waking, in the midst of hilarity and mirth making, in solitude or with the multitude around him. David S. Terry, the murderer | will strive in Tain to banish from his haunted memory the recollection of this terrible, terrible, terrible deed. He hath " murdered sleep,' and therefore " shall sleep no more." He hath sent to an untimely grave one who, like Logan, was the last of his race ; one who had done naught to him, except befriend him, thereby meriting his gratitude instead of being made the victim of his murderous passions. Man, man, despised, contemned, false hearted, murderous man, pass on to the career of bitterness which awaits you, and pray for pity from a world whose hatred you hare justly won. Ye yelping, bowling jackals, that bayed upon the track of this lion that stood in your pathway; ye fanged and venomous pack, that poison the air with your foulness, hide, hide your accursed forms from the vision of your fellow men : slink away into the dark barrows and corners which are most tilting for your habita-

tions, and no longer obtrude your hated assassin features upon the abhorring gaze of an

outraged people. Ye have bunted down the lion sucked away the life blood, and left nothing but the senseless lump of clay locked within the iron portals of the tomb. Now, it ye would not desecrate the grave, and add sacrilege to your damning crime, belie for once your devilish nature, and furbear to feed, like the vulture upon the inanimate prostrate lion, who has at last succumed to your insidious. murderous, plottings. Halt here, leave the dead to rest undisturbed, his memory freed from slander and his name to be revered and honored among his fellow men. He can no longer offend you, he stands no longer in your pathway; now, single out your nert victim, and, true to your motives, do not stop until his blood shall also have netted the toil which you contaminate with your accursed presence.