Alexandria Gazette, Commercial And Political

DREADFUL !!.

On Wednesday Evening, Dr. McClurg's carriage was descending the steep hill, the Governor's hill which runs close by the scene of the conflagration—Near its brow, the horses took flight, the driver fell from the box, and the thundering vehicle drew down the hill. Mrs. McClurg, her daughter, Mrs. Wickham, Mrs. W's little son, and Mrs. Robert Gamble—the two last ladies in the most interesting of all situations, were in the carriage! What horror in the scene! The affrighted horses crossed the main street in the line of descent, and struck the carriage with inconceivable violence against Dr. Crawford's Shop on the street. In one moment it was a perfect wreck. The axles were taken up—and in a few minutes, dreadful to tell: the interesting Mrs. McClurg, in the full bloom of health and in the midst of all the affluences of this world breathed her last! It is such fearful transitions as these, which makes us feel in all its emptiness, the Vanity of human life!—The two other ladies were much hurt—but we are happy to state are supposed to be out of all danger. The little boy was slightly injured!—No calamity, since the destruction of the theatre, has excited such thrilling commisseration in this eventful city.—The Fate of Mrs. McClurg, has touched every heart—her bereaved husband—but we dare not look that way!

Richmond Enquirer.