Nebraska advertiser., 1860-09-20
Plagiarism.

ANY one accustomed to listening TO
public speaking, could tell after hearing
Morton five minutes, that he was deliver
ing a memorized speech, very little of
which he was the author. We will do
him the credit, however, of saying that
his c,clamatory efforts were passable.
We q re sorry to say we cannot compli-
ment his athtudinal display. Most of
the time while speaking, his body occu-
pied about the position one does in the
barber's chair when being shaved. But
we are depressing. His touching APP
peal toold line Wings was from GEoReE
L1PPARD's "Incident at Beuna Vista"
Those who heard Morton's reference to
the death of young Clay, must admit that
Lippard stole the following from Mort.
The most sad and yet most glorious Of all. was to see
the death Of Henry Clay the yOungerl With his back
against a rock. his sword grasped firmly; as the con-
seriousness that he bore a name that must not die in
gl0riously seemed to fill his every vein, and dart a dead
Is fire from his eyes!
At this moment he looked ike the old man. For ms
brow, high and retiring, his soul shone from it ere she
a circle Of his men lighting around him, he dashed into
the Mexicans until his sword was wet, bis arm weary
with blood.
At last with his thigh spIiniered by a ball, he gathered
his proud form to it's full height and fell. His face ashy
with intense agony, he babe his comrades TO leave him
there to die. That ravine should he the. bed Of his glory
Along the ravine and up this narrow path the hero
bleeds as they bare him on, and tracks the way with his
blood. Faster and thicker the Mexicans swarm-they
see the circle around the fallen man, even his pale face
uplifted as a smile crosses its fading lineaments, and
like a pack Of wolves. scenting the forlOrn traveller at
dead of night. they come bowling up the rocks and char
cling ct the devoted band with one dense mass Of bayo-
nets. Ep and on! the light shines yOnder on the top
most rocks Of the ravine. 1t is the light Of the setting
sun.
Then twas that gathering up his dying fOrm-armed
With supernatural vigOr-yOung Clay started from The
arms OF his supporters and stood with OutstTetched
hands In the light of the setting sun. IL was a glorious
sight which ne saw there amid the rolling battle clouds;
But a more glorious thing TO see that dying man stand
ing for the last time In the light Of that SUM- which
shall never rise for him again.
Leave mel' re shriekeds as he fell back on the sod
i must die, and 1 will die here! Peril your lives no
longer for me. Go! There is Work for you yonder ~
Only one man fingered. a brave man who had known
the chivalrous soldier and loved him long, he stood there
and covered as he was with blood, heard these last
words:
Tell my father how Idied, and give him these pis-
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Lifting his ashy face into light, no turned his eyes
upon his cOmrad's face-placed the pistols in his hand
and fell back to his death.
Some of the unsophisticated thought
this the best part of Morton's speech;
gave more evidence of talent than any
thing else he said. The extract can be
found in Lippard's yaller backed" works
in fact, was published in the Nemaba
City Herald of August g, 1860.