William Jordan Graves, another Of our citizens illustrious, Is entitled to position, In my melody of heroes. He was lawyer by profession, Went from Louisville to Congress, And was actor in a drama, As romantic as 'twas gloomy. Mr. Cilley from New England, Challenged Webb to mortal combat, Webb, the editor, to fight him, To atone for printed libel. Webb declined the doubtful honor Of becoming human target, And on Mr. Graves, his second, Fell the duty of the duel. His antagonist, a marksman Of accomplished skill and practice, Yielding up the choice of weapons, Whether pistol, dirk, or sabre, Graves, a novice in the science, Promptly risked his chance for living, On the tried Kentucky rifle. H. A. Wise of old Virginia, Was the other chosen second, Formed a member of the party, Met at dawn in mortal combat. Cilley fell at Graves's first fire, The old rifle did its duty; And a fellow-man lay rendering Up the penalty of rashness. George D. Prentice of the "Journal," Louisville editor and punster, Called the tragical encounter Very _Grave_, un _Wise_, and _Cilley_. All the city on the hillside Was in sympathy united, And extended cordial welcome To her wand'ring son and hero, When he came among his people, Eighteen hundred nine and thirty. At the Mason House a dinner Was prepared to do him honor, All his comrades will remember How they met to do him homage. In eighteen hundred forty-seven, When the soldiers of the city Came from Mexico in safety, Came among us with rejoicing, A grand barbecue was given In the wood of Gabriel Salter, Mr. Graves, the chosen speaker, On the glorious occasion. Samuel McKee, the elder, Was thro' many years distinguished For his services as statesman, Was conspicuous in office, Was a gifted, brilliant member Of a family of statesmen, Of a family of soldiers, Of superior men of talent. One of Buena Vista's heroes, Lying 'neath the sod at Frankfort, 'Neath the battle shaft of marble, On Kentucky river's margin, Was a son of this great lawyer,-- Colonel William R. McKee, a Gallant sacrifice to courage. A. A. Burton's name now meets us, On the roll of public servants, He, a living illustration Of the might of patient progress. With a mind of varied talent, With a keen perceptive power, With true pride and high ambition, He endowed his human storehouse, He provided ample weapons For the world's unsafe arena, For "the bivouac" of fortune. He was lawyer, Police Judge, and In Dacotah Territory Was appointed Judge and ruler. In Lincoln's administration, Was assigned a foreign mission, At Colombia Republic; And was sent as Secretary Of the recent expedition To the shores of San Domingo.