Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1846-03-19
From the Richmond Wing.
"WHERE is HENRY CLAY ,o

The u. S. Gazette, in answer TO the ouestio,
fllppantly put by some opponent of Harry of tn,
west makes an excellent reply, which we re
gret to have mislaid. The Gazette thinks the,
] VIII have occasion TO ask, hereafter, in many an
anxious crisis. as well as now, in the disturbe,
condition OF our foreign affairs, "Where is Henri,
Clay 5" III any thing more is necessary to an
swer the question, We will try to crafty the Gu
riosiy Of the inquirer.
Nv here is Henry Clay T. At present, sir, he
Is IN New Orleans, pursuing with that system
and energy for which hc is distinguished the du
ties of his profession. You will be glad to learr
that though am old man, time deals kindly with
his constitution, and that the winter of ad vancinc
years, while 1t scatters snow-hakes upon his
brow, has not chilled the genial fountain of his
generous heart. His frame is still erect, his
ioots,ep firm, and that same frank, noble and ex
pressive face continues still the faithful image oil
| his fearless soul.
few days since, the people of New Orleans
were assembled in spacious church, to witness
the Inauguration Of their new Democratic Govern.
or. There was great crowd. Statesmen, ora
tors and men in Office attended. There was beau
~, wealth and fashion; military pomp, and civic
display, congregated 10 do honor TO the Governor
elect. In the midst Of this gorgeous scene, ii
door Is gently opened An aged citizen, in a
pam garb, unattended and alone, quietly enters.
instantly, and as if by some electric impulse, the
| whole audience start to their feet! The rafters
ring WIN their enthusiastic shouts. The old
man becomes the centre of thousand burning
eyes. There was Henry CLAY!
"Where is Henry Clay 90 We said he was
In New OIleans,-but no, that is mistake. He
Is not there alone. In the frozen mountains of
the North, in the vast prairies of the West in the
crowded cities of the East, i'm the SUNNY plains
OF the South, 90, ask the question, '.Where is
Henry Clay :" and million hands will be clasp
ed upon warm hearts, and a million voices an
Tall Al
hce; that he is defeated candidate that he car
never attain the imperial purple. 1t may all be
Tue but here, deep in the breast Of patriotic peo-
pie, he has an empire more powerful and enduring
than any office 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 loved him in the
bright noon,ide of his fame. 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 great luminary descends, and
the shadows of night close upon the scene, with
nothing to irradiate its gloom, but the feeble light
Of glow-worm politicians
"Where is Henry Clay" Above and beyond
the reach of his unforgvng 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 assaied by
persecution, ana tempted 10 despair, Will remem-
Der the unshrinking fortiude Of Henry Clay, in
the face of desperate opposi,ion,-how, in the
forefront OF the fight, rod that man of mark, his
head towering above the conflicting hosts, his
broad breast the target for every foe, while the
poisoned arrows of vndictive adversaries rattled
in vain upon the bright shield of his spotless
fame. The Republic will point her young men
to his example. Poor, !riendless, and unknown,
they will recall his early career,-how in obscu-
rity his young days were passed like some gem
hidden deep under the ocean waves, and tossed
and buffeted by many an angry billow, but
brought at last from its concealment, and after
being polished and made more brilliant by the
rude assaults Of adversely, placed as the crown
ing pearl in the diadem of the country's glory
"Where is Henry Clay % Future ages will
give the answer, pointing to the highest name
upon the scroll of American statesmen. Where
then will be his traducers! Where the petty
politicians who now fume and fret upon the stage
of public affairs, endeavoring to carry continent
upon their Lilputan shoulders Echo will
answer, ",chere?" Their very names will have
passed into oblivion, or if they are remembered,
1t will only be TO crimson the cheek of posterty
with the thought that for them, and such as them,
an immortal patriot, world-renowned for his wis
dom and virtue, was ostracised and condemned.