Alexander Keith McClung
(1811-1855)
Mississippi
"Born in Virginia, a nephew of Chief Justice
John Marshall, McClung came to Mississippi in 1832. He was a lawyer
and an editor. He served as an officer in the War with Mexico. His
death, which occurred in Jackson, was self-inflicted." [Ernestine
Clayton Deavours, The Mississippi Poets 134 (Memphis: E.
H. Clarke & Brother, 1934)]
McClung served as U.S. Charge d'Affaires to Bolivia
from 1849 to 1851. He seems also to have been involved in a number
of duels.
Just before the Mexican War, the Menifee's of Kentucky became
embroiled in a dueling fiasco in Vicksburg with a Col.. Alexander
Keith McClung (aka the Black Knight). McClung shot his first Menifee
at 60 yards with a Mississippi rifle before a large betting crowd.
Six other revenge-seeking Mennifee's followed the first to the
grave in separate duels. McClung ended his own life sometime later
with a dueling pistol. [Dueling
in America]
McClung's dueling activities seem not have lessened his attractiveness
to women. A woman named Clay, of Alabama, in her memoirs, provides
the following account of her relation to McClung:
Having finished the curriculum of the institute presided over
by Miss Brooks, I was sent to the "Female Academy" at Nashville,
Tennessee, to perfect my studies in music and literature, whence
I returned to Tuscaloosa all but betrothed to Alexander Keith
McClung, already a famous duelist. I met him during a visit to
my Uncle Fort's home, in Columbus, Mississippi, and the Colonel's
devotion to me for many months was the talk of two States. He
was the gallantest lover that ever knelt at a lady's feet! Many
a winsome girl admired him, and my sweet cousin; Martha Fort,
was wont to say she would "rather marry Colonel McClung than any
man alive"; but I—I loved him madly while with him, but feared
him when away from him; for he was a man of fitful, uncertain
moods and given to periods of the deepest melancholy. At such
times he would mount his horse "Rob Roy," wild and untamable as
himself, and dash to the cemetery, where he would throw himself
down on a convenient grave and stare like a madman into the sky
for hours. A man of reckless bravery, in after years he was the
first to mount the ramparts of Monterey shouting victory. As he
ran carrying his country's flag in his right hand, a shot whizzing
by took off two fingers of his left.
I was thrown much in the company of Colonel McClung while at
my uncle's home, but resisted his pleading for a binding engagement,
telling him with a strange courage and frankness, ere I left Columbus,
my reason for this persistent indecision. Before leaving for the
academy at Nashville, I had met, at my Uncle Collier's, in Tuscaloosa,
the young legislator, Clement C. Clay, Jr., and had then had a
premonition that if we should meet when I returned from school
I would marry him. At that time I was an unformed girl, and he,
Mr. Clay, was devoted to a young lady of the capital; but this,
as I knew, was a matter of the past. I would surely meet him again
at Uncle Collier's (I told Mr. McClung), and, if the attraction
continued, I felt sure I would marry him. If not, I would marry
him, Colonel McClung. So we parted, and, though at that time the
Colonel did not doubt but that mine was a dreaming girl's talk,
my premonitions were promptly realised.
[Virginia Clay-Clopton, A Belle of the Fifties;
Memoirs of Mrs. Clay, of Alabama, Covering Social and Political
Life in Washington and the South, 1853-66 (1905)] [online
text]
Henry S. Foote in his account of The Bench and Bar of the South
and Southwest (1876) says of McClung:
He never enjoyed a large and lucrative practice at the bar, for
which only one good reason could be assigned—he never devoted himself
arduously to his chosen profession. He had read many works of science
and general literature, but he had never looked into many law books.
With the elementary principles of jurisprudence he was thoroughly
conversant, and no man delighted more than he did in reading, or
in listening to the oral enunciation of, a profound, ingenious and
lucid legal argument. The ordinary questions of meum and
tuum had no charms for his proud and soaring intellect. His
argumentative powers, when fully brought forth, were such as to
awaken the highest admiration. Had he been able to endure the viginti
annorum lucubrationes (as Blackstone calls them), there is no
knowing the height of celebrity which he would have been capable
of attaining. Many likened his intellect to that of his illustrious
uncle, Chief Justice Marshall; and his eulogy upon the life and
character of Henry Clay . . . will compare favorably with any of
the numerous eulogies delivered upon the renowned orator and statesman
of Kentucky, which his lamented decease evoke. Growing tired of
life, he died by his own hand, a few years subsequent to this his
latest great intellectual achievement.
[Henry S. Foote, The Bench and Bar of the South
and Southwest 104-105 (St. Louis: Soule, Thomas & Wentworth, 1878)(Buffalo, New York: William S. Hein & Co., 1994)(reprint)]
Invocation to Death
Swiftly speed o'er the wastes of time,
Spirit of Death.
In manhood's morn, in youthful prime,
I woo thy breath.
For the glittering hues of hope are fled
Like the dophin's light;
And dark are the clouds above my head
As the starless night.
Oh, vainly the mariner signs for the rest
Of the peaceful haven,
The pilgrim saint for the shrines of the blest,
The calm of heaven;
The galley slave for the night wind's breath,
At burning noon;
But more gladly I'd spring to thy arms, O Death,
Come soon, come soon!
[Ernestine Clayton Deavours, The
Mississippi Poets 134 (Memphis: E. H. Clarke & Brother,
1934)]
Writings
Sketches
of our Volunteer Officers
(Southern Literary Messenger, 1865)
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