The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1844-08-02

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From the Clinton Democrat.
DEATH OF ClLLEY.
The following lines are from the pen of Mrs.
Sigourney. We think that they will not be unin-
seresng at the present time, when it is remembered
that Mr.. Clay wrote the challenge which doomed
10 an untimey death the much lamented CHley.
We hope that our readers will read attentively these
beautiful stanzas. Let them picture to themselves
the happiness and contentment with which Mrs.
Cilley was surrounded. Let them see her in the
mirror Of these verses, beside her fire. with these
ark-haired boys beside her, while the wintry winds
OF her own romantic State swept by her unheeded.
Let them see her hanging the scroll which bore
her husbands voice of love. Let them see the
placid smile play across her brow when she thought
of her husbands wished for return. Let them see
the melancholy look; let them hear the shrek Of
that distracted mother she receives the news of
her husbands death. And then let them contem-
plate Mr. Clay the cause other mseries, the author
other calamities. Let them see him rejoicing over
her misfortunes and her wo-rejoicing over the
death OF fer husband, and exclaiming, as he did
with savage carelessness and barbarian disregard for
ihe fine feelings ofhuman nature, that ''it was only
nine-d day bubble" But ah! it was q 1'bubble"
that will tell on the young widows heart 1t was
a"bubble' that gathered into wave that will rock
uIi IL SILKS VIII tHc StdNcs uic eUu VI ari
contentment, her Joy and her peace. II is a "bub-
ble" whose echo will resound in the dueldark cav
ern of her heart, and which will scarcely have its
ie IuIem in her tomb. Let our wbig friends then
consider every thing connected with the duel
Let them remember that H. A Wise, in the halls
of Congress, accused Mr.. Clay of being the princi-
pal actor in this duel, and that Clay did not avail
himself of the law which defends and protects the
innocent Let them also remember that Mr. Clay
does not deny ,criting the challenge, and said it
was only bubble. Let them remember these
things: and then if they stop their ears against
the widows cry and the orphans lament; il they
can spurn her tears, her sighs, her sobs and sor-
rows, and vote for Mr.. Clay-thus justtying the
murderer, trampling upon the tears OF the bereav.
ing issue with Mr.. Clay in his wicked and unfeel-
ing laugh at her m;sery-they may enjoy all the
ease which their conscience can give them.
But let them remember that if they will not, the
great mass of the people-the democratic party
will always sympathize with the bereaved, have al
ways tear to shed over the uaisfortunes of the
widow, and will always give to the murderer-to
the entailer of mseries and inflicter OF woes-the
Just trebuke which his wckedness deserves. Pos
sessng this spirit ofjustice and Of right Of sympa-
thy and good feeling, they will avenge at the ballot
box on the next election day the injuries of Mrs.
Cley, SO beautifully, yet mournfully portrayed in
the following stanzas.
DEATH OF CILLEY.-THE CONTRAST.
by MRS. L. Fl. sIGoURNEY,
The mother sat beside her fire,
Well trimmed it was, and bright;
While loudly moaned the forest pines,
Amid that wintry night.
She heard them not-those wind-swept pines;
For o'er a scroll she hung, N
That bore her husbands voice Of love,
AS when thatl love was young.
And thrice her son, beside her knee,
Besought her favoring eye,
And thrice her lisping daughter spoke,
Before she made reply.
o, little daughter many kiss
Turks in this treasured line;
And boy, a fathers counsel fond,
And tender prayers are thine.
Thou hast his proud and arching brow;
Thou hast his eye of flame;
And be the purpose of thy soul,
Thy sunward course the same.
Then, as she drew them to her arms,
Down her fair cheek would glide
A tear, that shone like diamond spark,
The tear of love and pride.
She took her infant from Its rest,
And laid it on her knee;
"Thou ne hast seen thy sire" she said,
But he'll be proud Of thee.
Yes he'll be proud of thee, my dove,
The lilly Of our line,
know what eyes ofblue he loves,
And such an eye is thine.
tsWhere is my father gone, mamma,
Why does he stay SO long!"
tsHes far away in Congress hall,
Amid the noble throng.
He's in the lofty Congress hall,
To swell the high debate,
And help to frame those righteous laws,
That make our land SO great.
But ere the earliest violate bloom,
You in his arms shall be;
So go to rest my children dear,
And pray for him and me-"
The snow flakes rear'd their drifted mound,
They buried nature deep,
Yetnought within that peaceful home,
Stirred the soft down of sleep.
For lightly, like angels dream,
The trance of slumber fell,
Where innocenceland holy love
Entwned their guardian spell.
Another eve,-another SCROLL
Wotye what words it said?
Two words, two fearful words it bore,
THE DUEL! AND THE Dead!
The duel!-and the dead d!-how dark
Was that young mothers eye,
How fearful her protracted swoon-
How wild her piercing cry!
There's many wife whose bosom's lord,
Is in Its prime laid low
Enguphed beneath the watery main,
While bitter tempets blow.
Or crushed amid the battle field,
Where crimson rivers flow,
Yet they know not the dreadful pang,
That dregs her cup of wo,