Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1857-07-09
they did on the silver-voiced old man) for

they did on the silver-voiced old many for
years yet.
But the regrets are vain. The old house
is off the land, and this elegant new one is
in its place. 1t is planned TO resemble the
old one, and the association of our memory
is easily recalled. Thanks to the man who
invented those words, real estate, the soil
could not be taken away. In all the match
less beauty Of tree, and lawn, and glade,
and field, and garden, Ashland exists more
lovely than our hope or thought of it had
created, and just such surrounding of the
lovely as could instruct, in its symbol Ian
guage, the tongue of the orator.
These are the earth.written memories Of
Henry Clay. It was in this delightful
scenery that his home life passed. 1t was
away from this, from the wealth of natures
treasures, that ne died. The land was his
home. 1t cannot be changed, and once
seen is never to be forgotten.
The gentleman new owning Ashland
was abseut,ss were the ladies Of the house.
Our party was one not to forget that even
in Ashland al intfusion was not proper, bu:
wherever We weni, the persons in Mr.,
James B. Clays ksnploy were courteous
and attentive.% Tire ladies in our party
could not resist the delight Of wandering
over the lawns, and to closer interview with
the suberb trees. We did not, of course,
enter uninvited by proper authority, the
garden, so bore away no floral souvenir, as
we should have been delighted to have
done; but while the grasses were gathered
as remembrance, the more jealous among
us found way consistent with all the pro-
prieties, TO secure some ash, out Of which
the cunning of the graver shall yet fabricate
some memento.
A bright, manly little fellow rode up in
the lawn on his black pony. Il neeaed but
a glance at his face, and the vivid resem-
blance was SO apparent, so truthful, so
much like him, that we at once exclaimed:
The Mill of the Slashes! The incident was
delightful. 1t was looking back upon a
page of closed time, with a truthfulnesss
that we cannot forget. l have seldom seen
such accuracy of resemblance. l trust that
the hope we all feel may find its realization,
that this gallant boy may bear nobly his il.
lustrious lineage.
We found the space allotted by that re-
sistless fate, the time table, too short-Ash.
land grew upon our liking. 1t had all that
we could have asked. A place as it is, to
which a statesman might go to reinvigorate
a mind chafed by the strife ofthe patriot, by
the struggle Of that contest that ever viii
be between the noble hearted and the un
true.
, We took from the gates of Ashland th'
, keenest regret that the views oi the country
or the proprietor could not have harmonic
ed in the preservation Of Henry Clay's home
: but consoled by the intense impression tha
the field, and flowers, and trees, he lovet
: so well, had home Of beauty, to, our yer,
HedTI' LScll now WHch 'ho SSoiS VI J"'
discrimination of his worth, just apprecia
tion of his power, just estimate of his gen
+, us, is slowly (but surely) coming to tha
fair poise when history may take the record
= even now, the shadows Of calumny, and op
position, and wrong, that once were so dens
= around him, are breaking away. There i
|. a general conviction in the mind Of the peo
= pie, that while il did not detract from hi
: station in the rank Of the illustrious that h
h was not President, it did render the archive
}. Of the Nation less Of value in the right an
e just that another was preferred to him.
it The mist is melting fast. The word Of ad
e vice to all to visit Ashland, reaches tn
j. hearts, almost of all. To recently from hi
IS old home, from his own land-"Here's
1t you, Harry Clay" SENTINEL.