Daily Richmond Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1828-1831, 1830-07-22

reflection that Fate rules and may decide for Cav,
5 Old Nature into darker gloom ard the most fearful
ndency
ADDRESS TO OLD NATURE.
Matron of old and heaven born.
, Hear thou thy son this rosy morn:
And hearing. tell. without delay,
:, II thou too latest Henry Clay.
worship ever ut thy shrine,
Believe thy works alone divine,
And mourn this people led astray,
Z. BY mortal arts, and Henry Clay.
In poverty nations blessed,
In riches she is sore distressed;
And gold, and pride, who dare say nay.
Attend the rule of Henry Clay.
The rich and great may well be dressed,
tDu, clothing surely spois the rcst,)
For these, high Ger the Oceans spray,
Old England sends, not Henry Clay.
TO see the milk maid silken clad,
Or broad cloth DER the prentice lad,
To see these worms their pride display,
Could please but only Henry Clay.
To SEQ young men of birth how mean,
TO see whoever may be seen.
TO see cen aged matrons grey,
Made fine and proud by Henry Clay,
Might sorely grieye prophets heart,
That all the peoples crimes could smart:
But 10! our preachers preach for pay,
So much are they like Henry Clay.
TO wish our country cut with roads,
70 wish il thronged with rich abodcs,
Our wealth all others to outweigh,
Would be to wish with Henry Clay
go see these roads with stages running,
And country folks already cunning,
In silk and broad cloth all so gay,
Would be the boast OF Horny Clay.
Such is this Lucifer of pride,
He almost turns thy saints aside,
And even confess and pray
70 be redeemed from Henry Clay.
ply son has lost the grace he had,
He Hrst went meeky bcar-skin clad;
But now a shirt his sins betray-
So spread the crimes Of Henry Clay.
Yea such the mournful state of things,
That common men now mimic kings
These wrongs to change, and changing stay,
Thy aids invoked 'gainst Henry Clay.
Cause those who look on gold as 9th,
WHO think it mars our lasting wealth,
To cry like mighty lions bray,
Adown! adown with Henry Clay!
Cause those who seek an humble Let,
a leeky and unfinished cot,
Who worship not golden fay,
To BIO the foes Of Henry Clay.
Cause those who'd wear a tatter'd rag
Have no vehecle but bag,
Nor roads but those the beasts survey,
20 rise and route this Henry Clay.
He'd make Us roads and make machines
To doubly multiply our means,
And turn our labors into play
30 base the schemes Of Henry Clayi
Alas, nor would he even weep
If he could mount up ev'ry steep,
And earh's rich bounties in each tray,
Dispense the foes Of Henry Clay
Iiumility's nations crown:
This blessing now is shovering down;
Bor we grow poorer every day,
Since FIRST we turned out Henry Clay.
= Those Saxon and Merino sheep
= That only pride and wealth should keep,
The butchers now viii shortly slay,
Right in the face OF Henry Clay.
These turnpikes, made a source of pride,
Will soon be worn and thrown aside,
And men will ride like ships at bay,
Nor will the roads be Henry Clny.
And gold, that ithiest curse Of all,
Seems destined to q mighty fall;
For sure our rulers do inveigb
Against this dust and Henry Clay
The revenue they swallow up,
And snatch from us the cursed cup
Nor make path for cen a uay,
Such their dislike to Henry Clay.
Zen private pride is greatly swed;
NO cash now boldly Stalks abroad;
Much Temps TO pass the public way
That meets no freud Of Henry Clay.
Such is our happy fortune now,
But when again we'll have to bow
Again the god ~ wealth obey,
Depends on Fate and Henry Clay.
And omens hang upon island.
Beyond the bero's stern command,
Which. in the voice of thunders say,
Sho'tis hs)aH Of Henry CLAYl
REPLY OF OLD NATURE
Old Mature groaned. and cried aloud:
il Is my fixed decree, ayowed,
My molten form without afff1y,
Shall never yIoldt to Henry Clay
III give my sons thu fire Of war,
And call them rushing from afar,
To do my work, and only they
. Shall overthrow this Henry Clay.
formed creation a. would,
And saw the work that II wss good,
But now ] stand IN dread dsmsy,
Ofthis oll-cbsngIog Heury Clay.
Tgsye the hills their proper shape,
And strewed the apple and the grape;
The fret is rudcly torn away,
-~phe ctirer'sspruped BY Henry Clay.