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 Van mar SsSvsI aks road from Missouri to Maine, If'swsrs a the way fenced 'twOuld make long lane; Yet ITe one end to she other you'l iiDd every day 11en, women and dchildrsn are turning to Clay. The people now see thera's e Star in the West, ouwhOsS iuHueuce Snd power the country may res. i; Would yon have 1t t6 rise and its influence display, There'r naught will effect !, bu. turning to Clay. Even Martin Van Buren, who by cunning and trckery Thinks to ride into power the back of Old Hickory, His schemes win all fail, and at some distant day The'Old King of Terrors will turn him to Clay: John Caldwell Calhoun, who presides in the Senate, And iussss he has no right to keep order in it-g His vaulting ambition has led him a6tray, He'll be cool calm 6 silent when he's turned to Clay The bold Northern Lion, who once shook his mane, Aud broke all the threads in the story of Hayne, In the Cabinet, per haps, his great power may display lfthe country goes on thus in turningto Clay. Though our national glory awhile may be yelled, And our rulers still with their concealed, Those dark deeds will, ere long, be all wiped away, As tru,h shall prevail, and we all turn to Clay. Then may the old Hero q wish him no harm) Retire in good health and in peace to his farm Look into himself aud prepare for the day, When he will be calld on and mast turn to Clay. "5 SCRAPS-by Joseph Barber. "I owe you drubbirg," says Tom in pet: "Nevsr mind it, says Dick, forgive you the debt" Al Dick and Tom in fierce dispute engage, And face to face the noisy contest wage, Don't cock your chin at me, Dick smartIy cries: Fear not, his head E not charged, friend replies.

 This world is prison in every respect,

 Whose walls are the heavens in common;

 The jailor is sin, and the prisoners are men,

 ~ Add the fet.ers are nothing but women. Here lies Joe Smith, and what is somewhat rarish, Hswas born, bred & hanged in the very same par's llete lies my wife, poor Molly; let her lie-

 She finds repose at last--and so do l. Az Jim was one day in deep chnt with riend' He gravely advised him his manners to mead; That his manners were bad he had heard it from many They lie, replied Tom, for never had any.