Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1845-07-11

with IL, taking freely and Familiarity to AL,
He is the most easy and afabie man have
ever seen. lie picked rose for each OF
us--nlne have most carefully preserved,
and shall give it to my iady-tove when
dnd one, and she may consider it prize.
lie ;old me while we were waxing about
lord Morpeth'seariy rising while at Ashland,
and aaid be used to COON foot mile down
to the post, and bring up the mails before
he was ont Of hpd. Some sprigs Of Uobill-
ty are MOI 50 trHly great and humble, sur
mise, but Of Morpeth Mr. Clay spoke in the
highest terms. After an hour spent in the
Parke and garden, the "Bell Ringers" pro-
posed giving Mr.. Clay and his family a spe-
cinen CT their music, and we OF course ad-
Eourned 70 the house. Here for the fist
time | saw Mrs. Clay, and a son, Mr. John
CIaW besides these were present gOme half
dozen young gentlemen and ladies', and an
old French gentleman, Mr.. Montell, and hls
lady. Mr.. Clay was expecting tie "Bell
Ringers" and had invited for the occasion
few friends, Mrs. Monlel, woman Of
remarkable mind for so old q person, was
Mr.. C,s referee on all points Of musical cri.
ticlsm, for she seemed intimate with all
great compositions and artists, and she de-
cided this to be the last and crowning now
ely of the musical world, On this occa-
sion Mr.. Clay sent for some Of his home
made wine, pressed at Ashland from the
Catawba grape----it was most delicious,
, something like sparkling Hook in flavor, but
ct richer taste, Alter performing several
pieces in the house, the "Bel Ringers"
: went out into the Parke and rang chime
on peal OF twelve bells, their auditors sit.
: ting in the house. never heard any thing
. so bewitchng as the sound Of the bells du-
> ring tile chime. Family the sound came
i, stealing through the branches Of the old
, trees, and seemed to drop all liquid sand
q trembling from the leaves, the air and tn
: delicate vines climbing on the window ar
: ches Mr. Clay said he would ike to have
!, a chapel in the Palke. if he could Away
A hear such music from it. Il was to me- ;
!. rare treat There | was at Ashland, anC
u there was Uetore the the man whom ! hac
so long loved without seeing him, and n!
-, great heart.longng was satisfied. If | 10
- we'd Henry Clay before, loved him doubl
~ then--personal acquaintance, so often ia
>. tai to our most beautiful ideals, ony ha
20 lowed every grace and quality | had give
,s him in my young Imagination.
- Ishali ever look upon my visit 10 Her
= ry Clay as the brightest spot Of my life.
y; have brought away from there in my reco
80 lection thing Of beauty-and Keats sayi
a "a thing of beauty is joy forever"
sh Before parting with Mr. Clay, he gave n
es two Ashland canes, one for myself, and on
W fer you, which | shall deliver to you Ell
r- long. The sun was behind the wood
le when our last visit terminated, and lei
TO the sage farmer with as much regret a
lie though he had been my own brother. Go
er bless him and his forever! What crow
e, would lend Mstre TO his brow, since it ha
d. been twined with the greenestleayes a fire
n. people could give! May the evening
lie his DAYS be as cloudless as his noon ha
been glorious, and though he may nevt
On sit in The White House, he is above tht
ds point, where office, however high, can ad
IS, ustre to bis fame.
Sc On Sunday, the day following my la
ut visit to the Mansion at Ashland, | CouI
nd not resist the inclination to see once MOI
We place to me so very halowed. On II
M way up i passed Mr.. Clay, who, with h
of wife, had started for rchuich. Alas! thougl
it |, as looked upon his high, calm brow f
1r. the last time, can this be the gambler Sa
he bath-breaker bIasphemer, all these chara
as tors L,ended, which have been ascribed
Of hun and cried abroad by men, whose III
to were TOO foul to speak as great a name
gh he will bear when they and their memoir
OF are less than ashes! One hour with N
DR.. Clay at home stamps "Iibel" on all these e
ed ecrabIe lies, and he who enjoys that hot
rcs SAYS in his heart. "1hat is the simple
ter and noblest man have ever looked upon
ry, Truly yours, C'D D.