The struggles of contending parties ceased--the strife for interest, place, power, was hushed to repose.

Silence reigned through the halls of the capitol, save the cautious tread and whispered inquiry of anxious questioners.

The soul of a sage, a patriot, a Christian, is preparing to depart from the world!--no sound is heard to ruffle its sweet serenity!--a calmness and peace, fitting the momentous occasion, prevail around! The elements of life and death continued their uncertain balance, until seven o'clock, on the evening of the 23d, when the spirit of JOHN QUINCY ADAMS bade adieu to earth forever, and winged its flight to God.
"Give forth thy chime, thou solemn bell, Thou grave, unfold thy marble cell; O earth! receive upon thy breast, The weary traveller to his rest.
"O God! extend thy arms of love, A spirit seeketh thee above! Ye heav'nly palaces unclose, Receive the weary to repose." The tidings of Mr.Adams' death flew on electrical wings to every portion of the Union.

A statesman, a philanthropist, a father of the Republic, had fallen.

A nation heard, and were dissolved in tears! In the history of American statesmen, none lived a life so long in the public service--none had trusts so numerous confided to their care--none died a death so glorious.