The southern press., 1852-02-05

gave would effect his deliveranee. He gradually
diverted his remarks to the affairs of Hungary
Austria, Russia. and Turkey; speaking Of the
| exaggerated estimate Of the strength of Russia
| of the strength and weakness of Turkey-her
strength, which consisted in her immense land
force, and especially in her militia, or landioehr
us he termed it her weakness, which was the
liability of the assault of Constantinope by sea
And here apparently in aluson to Mr. Clay's
conviction of our being unable to effect any
thing in European war, he spoke of the mate
rial aid which might be rendered Turkey in a
war with Russia, by naval force for the pro
lection of her capital After series of enter.
tanning and instructive remarks about the con.
dition and prospects Of Europe generally, he rose
to depart.
| Mr.. Clay rose and babe him farewell forever
with the utmost eordalty and the kindest
| sympathy beaning inhis face and sufusing his
eye; and grasping Kossuth's hand, he said God
bless you and your family. God bless your
conntry-mny she yet be free"
| Kossuth, apparently over Phelmed by the
warm and earnest sympathy thus exhibited for
himself, his suffering family and country, pro-
foundry bowling, pressed Mr.. Clay's hand to his
heart, and replied, in tones of deep emotion, ("
thank you, honored sir. shall pray for You
every day that your health may be restored, and
that God may prolong your lfe Mr.. Clay's
eyes filled with tears he again pressed the hand
which casped his own, probably for the last
time, but could say no more.
Thus closed one of the most interesting
scenes il has ever been the fortune Of the writer
to witness. Two such men rarely meet in this
world. The one having finished the course of
his destiny, having lived and acted through the
better part of his country's lifetime, and with its
growing greatness and renown having achieved
his own; the sun of his glorious career just
going downin unclonded brilliancy, and sending
back the rays of its declining glory npona happy
land; the other, still acting, still boring and
fearing, his star just rising amid storms, and
clouds, and darkness; before him, all the vicis.
situdes Of an uncertain future for himself and
for his country the one, like prophet of old,
proclaiming the principles Of the fathers of his
country, to whom he was shortly to be gathered
those principles, living by which that country
had achieved her greatness; the other, like
scholar, listening to catch the words Of wisdom,
and hear the lessons of experience, which should
be treasured up and which might yet one day
profit his country in her pupilage to portray
that scene Alright would challenge the skill of the
poet and the painter The writer would rival,
too the art of Handel and Haydn could he
transmit to this paper the sweet melancholy
cadences Of the voice of the Hungarian exile,
sounding like the low, melancholy wall Of the
stricken children Of freedom; or the trumpet
toned voice of the old statesman, gathering
some of its ancient strength, and ringing almost
as full and sonorous as whea in days of old its
clarion peal sounded its note Of cheer and cour.
age to nation in its triumphal march to glory
ard to greatness.