From the Richmond WI

To the Editor efths Hhig.
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GENTLRMEN.-As the ladies are almost
everywhere in some way, expressing their
respect for Mr.. Clay, will you permit a
nameless one. in her humble way, 10 come
before you and, if you choose. before
them (her sister Whigs,) with the simple
offering of the HEART, contained in the
lines enclosed: they are the spontaneous
effuslons of feeling which, in this country
"cursed sit is with Democracy" could
find no other suitable vent. No idea OF
publishing them occurred at the time, but
on seeing an account of the proceedings of
| the Wing Ladies of Richmond, Tin whose
Capitol my father once sat-a Republican
representative from whose beloved lips, |
| learned what true Republicanism ISL my
heart burned TO take part with them and
as have it not in my power TO do so in
any other way, but by sending these gush-
ings of the heart hope the motive will be
| respected.


FAREWELL TO'OLD VIRGINIA.
Virginia once my boast and pride,
Land ofmy birth and childhood's home,
For thine honor then, could have died,


And rather starve than from thee roaml
From the 'taws exile to depart,


Thou Eden of my youthful dreams,
With fearful eye and throbbing heart,
| bade adisu thy sparkling streams
Far, far, from thee 1 royed away,


To many a green and fertile spot
own'd that all was bright and gay,
Bu. old Virgina's ne'er forgot
sat beneath the orange trees, Tground, =,
Whas. Uoldeu fr1ifaua efrov,nH Il
Inhaled the odour laden breeze,
Luii'd by sweet music floaliDg round
Z But mora lov'd the dark pine-groye,


Ga Old Virgnia's sloping hills,


Where mystic loving Fancy roves,
RI Or muses by the Iippling riils
! How Oft I've stroll'd devoid of fear,
: To sit beneath those dack pine trees,
That strange mysterious sound to hear,


That murmurs there without a breeze
Ii ever. ever murmurs there
, That awe-inspiring, solemn sound;
!, When not breath Of summer air


Stirs lowly shrub or plant around
, Yes. have lov'd thee far too well,


Thy mountains, rocks, and chryslal





y And thought nay lot was hard TO dwell
Afar from thee, encepl in dseamsl


But now [ put that love away,


So long, nay very beings part


Thou hast proved false to HESY Clay
y Hencefoah drive thee from nv heart
No more my pilgrim feet shall tread,


Thy once beIoy'd. my native shore.
- Though hallow'd by the precious dead


I'll see my fathers grave no more.


WANDERER.


FROM KEY WEST-The schoonel


Brutus arrived at Mobile on Monday fron
he hey West. and reports that an America
70 ship had been shore on Gune KEYS, bn
he was asss'ed eff by wreekers. and proceede
for on her voyage. giving them as salvage th


goods taking out to tighten her, consistin


Of one schooner of dry goods. The shi


was from New York, bound 10 New o.