ORIGINAL POETRY.

For He Runner. CLAY'S REVIEW
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CLAY2S REVIEW.

 BY I. C. rUrPER, Ese. 'Iis o'er-the mighty contest past, Dominion flies my sight; But, like star from ether cast, perish, blazing, bright For conquest thrice 1 well have striv'n, And thrice defeated been, And, like yeoman, backward driv'n, Among the haunts of men. Adleu, dominion, pow'r, adieu; You are anoher's now; Your lustre flashed upon my view, And played upon my brow, Until me thought that lofty seat, The Presidential chair, Would never witness my defeat Norpity my despair. But ah delusve are the dreams Ot glory and renown; They fill the mind with futile schemes And gem the enyied crown: But, like the fair mirage to him Athirst on Aries plain, They woo to fly and glow to dim, And lure to please and pain. Begone, ye dreams of future fame, Ambition, hence. away; No longer breathe an empty name, II i1lehdS ot HENRY CLAY. Hark hear ye not that thund-pea Of victory and pow'r? Il is the shout that despots feel

 Within their guarded tower. To me it speaks a nations wrath And indignation just, And threatens fell-impending seah Ere l return to dust. 'Tis welcome on, ye legiens come, Ye injured and betrayed; led ye not by tap of drum

 Nor battle geaming blade. But, by the music of my tongue And deep designing art, Around ye all a charm flung To thrill and chain the heart. Ye thought me then the advocate And leader of your cause, And promised me the high estate Of executing laws. But learn, ye rabble freemen, learn, l wooed the poplar will That l might on my country turn And be patriot still For this, the war of twelve plead, For this the Bank opposed Until I made myself the head

 Of all your views disclosed OucceSS attended my desire

 And waited in my train; l saw the chartered bank expire And peace and plenty reign. An! who can chain the human mind And regulate the soul When blazing with ambition blind And burning for control Before me stood the yeoman band Of Democratic friends; Around me spread my native land Of battle-feds and glens; To rule supreme and them to guide Was my determined aim; For this, to banks became allied, To tariffs and to shame. The s'monster' from her ruin rose, As did degrees and grades, Divisions sprang from their repose And partizan parades The nation shook-for power some, And others, sef-defence These moved along with gong and drum, And those, with insolence. At times above the deaf hing din My voice in thunder rolled, Not then in tones of love to win, But high, commanding, bold. Twas thus while fell division spread Its devastating blight, made my pathway to the head

 Of patronage and light. sold the vote Kentucky gave Which IS remembered yet And humbed low the chieftain- brave To reach the cabinet. But what of that l knew her we'll, And feared no boding ill; Around her had thrown a spell

 That binds her people still. The point was gained, but by league Of deep and dark design; And, were it not for that ssintrigue'

 Of purposes malign, might have been reposing now

 Within my gilded hail, With laurel wreaths upon my brow

 And pleasures at my call. But fatal deed-my dreams of bliss,

 or greatness and of fame, Have found at last low abyss

 Of well-deserving shame. stroye to seize the lofty prize

 And bent to fill the chair, But To! before 1t knew my size

 An OCCUPANT was there. Now feel l none but one regret,-

 Which will not die with age There fingers in his glory yet

 The hero o-hearted sage. He saw the brilliance of my mind,

 My ruin and my fall, And lives, the greatest of his kind,

 To sec my fun'ral pail. Chieitain, adeu lon wonder height

 or Presidential fame, In letters of eternal light,

 Is biazoned forth thy name; But MINE-Great God on some lone tomb In solitudes away, Go read the name and final doom,

 Alas of HENRY CLAY. Washington, Hampstead CO.,, .4rks.., Jan. l, l Reason was given 10 control our passic but many reverse the order, and suffer Il passions to control theil reason. When the soul is ready 10 depart, W aYails 1t, whether man die on the thron, in, ,l..t