The Somerset herald and farmers' and mechanics' register. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 183?-1852, 1846-05-05
From the Richmond Whig
"wHERE rs HENRY CLAY.o


nent Of Harry of the West, makes an ex-
cellent reply. which we regret to have
mislaid. The Gazette thinks they will
have occasion to ask, hereafter, in many
an anxious crisis, as well as now,
"Where is Henry Clay9" If any thing
more is necessary to answer the question,
we will try to crafty the curiosity Of the
inquirer.
"Where is Henry Clay!" At present,
sir, he is in New Orleans, pursuing with
that system and energy for which he is
distinguished, the duties of his profession.
You will be glad to learn that, though an
old man, time deals kindly with his con-
stitution, and that the winter of advan-
eng years, while it scatters snow flakes
upon his brow, has not chilled the genial
fountain of his generous heart. His
frame is still erect, his footstep firm, and
that same frank, noble and impressive
face continues still the faithful image of
his fearless SOUL
A few days since the people of New
church to witness the Inauguration of
their new Democratic Governor. There
was great crowd. Statesmen, orators
and men in office attended. There were
beauty, wealth and fashion; military pomp
and civic display congregated to do honor
to the Governor elect. In the midst of
this gorge Gus scene a door is gently o.
pened. An aged citizen, in plain garb,
unattended and alone, quietly enters. In
stantly, and as if by some electric i'm
pulse, the whole audience start 10 their
seat! The rafters ring with their enthu-
siastic shouts. The old man becomes the
center of a thousand burning eyes
There was Henry Clay!
"Wherc is Henry Clay!" We said
he was in New Orleans-but no, that is a
mistake. He is not there alone. In the
frozen mountains of the North, in the
vast prairie of the West, in the crowded
cities of the East, in the sunny plains Of
the South, go ask the question. "Where
isHenry Clay!" and million hands will
be clappedupon warm hearts, and mil
lion voices will answer, here! Tell US
not that he is out of office; that he is de-
feated candidate; that he never can attain
the imperial purple. 1t may all be true,
but here, deep in the breast of the patriot
ic people, he has an empire more pow
erful and enduring than any office On
earth could give. We love the man, and
in loving him, we feel that we love our
country, truth, honor, courage-all that
can ennoble the human race. We love
him now even more as his glorious sun,
every cloud of calumny vanishing from
before its face, goes down in calm and
majestic beauty. Alas for the country,
when that luminary descends, and the
shadows of night close upon the scene,
with nothing to irradiate his gloom but
the feeble light of glowworm politi-
cians
"Where is Henry Clay!' Above and
beyond the leach of his un(orgiving foes.
His History is identified with that Of his
country. She will point with pride to
the statesman who has twice saved the
Republic from the yawning vortex of civil
discord. Future patriots, when assailed
by persecution, and tempted to despair,
will remember the unshrinking fortitude
of Henry Clay; in the face of desperate
opposition-how, in the forefront of the
fight, trod thpt man of mark, his head
towering above the conflicting hosts, his
broad breast target for every foe, while
the poisoned arrows of vindictiyc adver-
saries ratified in vain upon the bright
shield of his spotless fame. The Repub-
lie will point her young men to his exam
pie. Poor, fricndless aud unknown, they
will recall his early career-How in OBJ
scurity his young days were passed; like
some gem hidden deep under the ocean
waves, and tossed and bufeted by many
an angry billow, but brought at last from
its concealment, and alter being polished
and made more brilliant by the rude as
saults of adversely, placed as the crown
ing pearl in the diadcm of the country's
glory. "Where is Henry ClavU Fu-
ture ages will give the answer pointing
to the highest name upon the scroll of
American statesmen. Where then will
he his trsducers! Where the petty poll
ticians who now fume and fret upon the
stage of public affairs, endeavoring to car
ry a continent upon their Lilliputian
shoulders! Echo will answer 'where?"
Their very names will have passed into
oblivion, or if they are remembered, it
will only be to crimson the cheek of tpos-
terity with the thought that for them, and
such as them, an immortal patriot, world
renowned for his wisdom and virtue, was
ostraclsed and condemned.