Litchfield enquirer., 1833-04-18
arrrcnrs oF CHARACTER.

r,u,..., 6,o1, . Eetsrr off q correspondent c the
 Ns,O- York Mirror at Washington
 Mir Webster is indeed an orator. Give L;n" tha right side, and he will fire your soul .s we'll as convince your reasOn.~ He mas the orv,mentative power of the praciised lawyer, and with perfect self-possessiOn' he d'llbe- rately relates his opinion. and only on certain 0ccas;ons bursts forth into enthusiasm. He ;s in general, slow, sure, impressive. and seems to have well considered the subject On inc Union he has scarcely ever touched without rising in vigOr, feeling and poetry Splendid passages have flashed from h'm with fiery vehemence, stricken out by con- fct with men who arraign his pOl'tlcal opln- iOns-whO shook his associations Of country, and who approach with the brand lighted and raised to fire the temple of American glory. Nothing can be more spirit-stirring than the exclamatious of MT. Webster, on these occa- siens. Nothing more dazzling than some of his grand pictures. They should be hung up before every eye-they should be worn in ev- cry bosom. He has been triumphan,ly ire. sistible, bearing down all before him. The heart of the country has spoken through his lips |; and while pleading for the union "t the .states-for the dignity, glory, freedom and happiness of the republic-one could almost imagine that the spirits of Washington, and k1uWuAOUS uUu JenSTSOuS uhN AAouSOS0p U"N O crowd of departed heroes and statesmen, were leaning from the walls, and cheering him on.
 Mr. Clay is widely different from Mr. Web- ster. It does not matter much to him whetll- CT his side is right or wrong. II right, he is esplendent-ifwrong, he is wonderful. Moth ing can be more specious and convincing than his defence of a bad postion-nothing lex cept trutl1 more powerful than his attack ofa good one. We had the pleasure to hear him in reply to MT. Webster. The latter had been several hours calmly and forcibly endeavor- ing to overthrow the measure of the other, and Webster is nO common antagonist. His repeated arguments and heavy appeals were evidently felt in the quarter where they were directed. They were like the blows of a bat tle-axe, wielded by the arm of giant, and the fabric shook, and the gates trembed to their base. I: reminded us of the Black Knight ut the storming of Font-de-Beuf's castle, the fatal strokes of whose axe were length he rested. The work seemed done, when Mr. Clay sprang up with an eagerness which proved very plainly that the work was not dune. The auditors who had been sitting, standing. stFetching-some hanging by toe to chair-some leaning on shoulder against -squeezing-squeezed and distorted into all sorts of unnatural and distressing atti- tuties and situations, prepared to go. At the sight of Mr. Clay's tall, peculiar and com. manding person, at the sound of his low deep voice-at the thoughts of his known genius and the anticipation of the reply which ap. Peared to have been some time burning in his bosom-thc motion of the crowd was check ed. The relaxed toe was again braced-the relieved shoulder again put in requisition- the fatigued car once more erect-the fair neck stretched-the seal of silence again set upon the pretty mouths, whence the sparkling stream of long repressed conversation was al- ready bubbng up. Every thing again was still and nnmovpg.
 We are not bigoted in politics, and can ad- mre eIoquence of either or any party and the eloquence of MT. Clay-whether right or and extraordinary. His qualifications are numerous, and of nearly the highest kind, both physical and mental. A fountain of fer vid feeling at his heart enables him to inspire to :nchant-throws his hearers off their guard oy sudden. passionate. beautiful appeals tender- -patriotic-to the preiudices or the poetry of their natures, and he seems by the stream of his own thoughts and emotions, to be borne away himself. For the communi. cation of his ideas, an ever ready and lavish flow Of words furnishes him with a vehicle wnlcn never fails. He has all the poetry of thought. aided by all the art and melody of language. His sentences fall on the ear and the heart. at once gratifying the intellect and rouslng np the soul, and after burst of elo- quence which rolls over the heads of the crowd. leaving deep silence, like that which succeeds sudden thunder. his voice is lulled to flow sweet impressive tone-his vehement manner is soitened, and his words
 Draw audience and attention still as night,
 Or summers noon.tide air.
 " A deep and powerful voice is one of Mir % Gays pecnliarities, and he manages it witt Y adroitness. It is, at times, what our opera
 goers would call a very sweet bass, and i
 heard distinctly in every meditation. Indeed
 sn any stranger, it would be sufficient by it
 self to arrest every ear. His pronunciatio,
 is also of singular kind. and will never b
 forgotten ny those in whose minds it is asso ciated with his eloquence. His face and hea
 are more peculiar than all. One would nev
 erdream of calling them handsome. Did the
 belong to any body else-tO lower intellet
 ito an obscurer man-they might induc
 quite the opposite opinion. But he who ha
 stood all day on one leg to listen to him.
 who has felt his seducing poetry steal int
 the soul. and his voice sometimes bursting o
 his ear like war-trumpet-tiIl the blood no,
 mounted to the temple-then left the chee colOrless; iill the flesh crept upon the shoul