From the Lonisrillt journal
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MRa MowArr, the distinguished au,horess an,
actress, arrived here on Saturday from New Or
leans, on the Alex. Scott, During her trip, sh,
wrote the following handsome tribute to the Hon
Henry Clay, who was also a passenger on The
Scott Tho song was sung in tho cabin of thu
noble boat, by Mr. Davenport, tho vocalist, witt
great applause


HARRY OF THE WEST.
A toast-a toast for all true hearts,
That glow with Freedoms fire;
A toast that Patriot life mparts
To ouse--esalt-inspire;
A star is shining in the West
Whose beams might clear the skies;
Beneath whose cloud by war oppressed
Our country bleeding lies,


toast toast, &c.
The cries of mothers rend the air,
WHO weep their loved one slain,
They call on those, in wild despair,
Who'll ne'er respond again,
One hero's arm could bring relief
One heTos voice alone,
Could still this tempest of our grief,
And hush nations moan,


A toast, a toast, &c
bright eyes shall sparkle at his namr,
Warm hearts shall proudly beat,
Aud youth aud age with one acclaim,
That word with love frprat
Then let US gladly drink to lim,
The hero Ne love best,
Aud ill our giasses 10 the him,
To Harry Of the West


A toast, a toaat, &c.