The New Hampshire Gazette

MR. CLAY AND HIS BEAR.

The Bee announces the return of Mr. Clay to this city, after an excursion into the interior—where he has been laboring in the vocation of a political missionary—the first instance, and for the honor of the United States, we hope the last, of a candidate for the Presidency travelling over the country soliciting votes. If we spoke in the interest of our party, we should beseech Mr. Clay to visit every town and hamlet in every State in the Union; for there is nothing in his manners, address, or conversations, that can make amends for the grossness and coarseness of canvassing in behalf of himself for such an office as that of Chief Magistrate of this great nation. If we desired still further to promote the interests of the Democracy by the labors of Mr. Clay, we should wish above all things, that he would mount the stump along side of his brother missionary, Bear, who has been hired to show off his buffooneries to the people of New Orleans. If both would pull off their coats while speaking, as Bear did the other night at the Arcade, the scene would be perfect; and our fellow-citizens would be at a loss whether to award the preference to Clay, or to his animal. We have been told by our Whig friends, that Bear is a man of some reading, in which respect we suspect him to be at least equal to his employer—that is, the reading of both extends over the surface of a good many newspapers and pamphlets. Which of them is the better orator it is difficult to say. Bear pulls off his coat when he speaks, and as action is said to be the chief ingredient of good speaking, we should certainly say between him and Mr. Clay, that he was Ursa Major.—N. O. Courier.