Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1862-04-24

huysen over and over again, giving his rea-
sons, and adding
My judgment, my conscience, is all against
H."
Mr.. Clay, then wrought up to the highest
pitch of excitement, could not restrain HIM
self, and though loving Mr.. Frelinghuysen the
more for his goodness and purity, he burst out
into the sharpest profanity with denunciations
of Mr.. F.'s construction of his own conscience,
and adding on repeatedly-"D-n your con-
science"
Mr.. Frelinghuysen could not, and would
not stand this,-but he did not, he could not,
In his heart, quarrel with his own Henry Clay,
from whom, atoretimes, he had brought tears
when demonstrating with him upon his pro-
family, if not upon his then habits. Il will
not stay in the room with You, Mr.. Clay" he
said, IF you indulge in this wicked profanity.
My ears shall not be shocked by it. When
you can talk to me like gentlemen, or a
Christian, will return, Mr.. Clay, but / will
never speak to you till then"
Mr.. Clay rose, and in his softest, richest,
sweetest tones of voice, that were music itself
TO hear, when he aroused, replied, Come
back, Frelinghuysen. / am all wrong. For
give me; forgive me. Twill be guilty no more.
Hear me. Hear me, and i will not swear any
more"
The effect was irresistible. Mr. Freling-
huysen came back, and Mr.. Clay resumed his
argument and influence; but Mr.. Clay, in his
excitement, in less than ten minutes forgot all
his pledges, and broke forth in similar strains
once more, when just exactly similar scene
took place.
The end was, as we all know, finally, that
the magical the sympathetic, the wonderful
social power which Mr.. Clay had, and by
which he governed everybody and every thing
that came within his fascination, changed even
"the judgment and the conscience" of Theo-
dore Freinghuysen, and Mr.. I. voted, but
with reluctance, against the confirmation OF
Martin Van Buren, as Minister to England.
But, nevertheless, Theodore Frelinghuysen
exerted the greatest influence over. the reli-
gious and social mind of Henry Clay. The
purity of Mr. F.s character, and of all his life
and habits, illumined even Mr.. Clay at last,
and among the causes which led him to hold
profanity in utter adherence, in the latter
part of his life, as well as to embrace religion
with fervor, we have no doubt was the bright
example of his compeer and brilliant fellow
Senator, the Christian Orator of New Jersey
Henry Ward Beccher ON Fast Horses.
of the New York Ledger and who owns a
pair of very fast horses, discourses very plea
sanity and philosophically on the humanity Of
driving a horse at the top of his speed:
Is not this day for ride? No mud yet
The road is hard and moist. Just the kind
for spin. For | do not want any of your
lazy jogging gaits. | am entirely of your
mind that if horse had had swiftness put ir
him, it is fair to give him chance to develoI
his gifts OF course there is bound. Rea
son in all things. Even in trotting, it is easier
and pleasanter for some horses to 90 twelve
miles an hour, than for others to go three
They were made so. Does it hurt swallow
to 90 swifter than an OK? Why not? Be
cause he was made so. 1t is easy TO do the
thing we were made for to do easily, and
good horse was made to 90 fast He does it
when wild, of his own accord. He does no
lose the relish of speed, even when domesti
Gated.
Take fine fed horse, who in harness look
as if he were pattern of moderation, yer.
deacon of sobriety, and turn him loose in pas
ture. Whew, what change! He takes on,
or two steps slowly, just to be sure you hav,
let 90 of him, and then with squeal lets fy
his heels high in the air, till the sun flashe
from his polished shoes, and then off he goes
faster and fiercer clear across the lot until tn,
fence brings him up. And then, his eve
flashing, his maine lifted and swelling his tai
up like kings sceptre, he snorts defiance I,
you from affair." and with a series of rearings
running sideways, pawings and plungings
friskings and whirls, he starts again with i'm
mense enjoyment into another round of run
ming. Do you not see that it is more thar
fun? 1t is ecstacy. 1t is horse-rapture.
| never see such a spectacle that | am no
painfully impressed with the inhumanity O
not letting horse run. Fastness is virtue
Our mistaken moderation is depriving him O
it. drive fast principle. do it for tn
sake of being at one with nature. To driv
slow only and always is to treat horse as
he were an OK. You may be slow if yo,
think proper. But your horse should be KEEP
up to nature. He would have had but tw
legs If 1t was meant that he should 90 only o
go to meeting" pace. He has four leg:
Of course he ought to do great deal wit
them.
Now, why do / say these things to YOU
Not to convince you of your duty. But
feared, lest taking me out to ride. YOU woul
be disposed to think that had scruples an
would jog along moderately, as if doing me
favor Not at ALL The wind does not @
fast enough to suit me. II | were enginee
of -mile-an-hour express train, l shoul
covet twenty miles an hour more.
Let the horse be well groomed-well har
messed. Let the wagon be thoroughly locke
to-no screw loose, no flaw just ready to be
tray us. Mount. am by your side. Th
whip Is not needed. You let it stand in it
place, the graceful hint of authority in reserv
which is always wholesome to man and horse.
Now get out of town cautiously. No spec
here. This is place for sobriety, modera
ton and propriety in driving. But once hay
Ing shaken off the crowd, give YOU look
and disappear instantly in wild excitement
as If all the trees were crazy and had starte
off in race, as If the fences were chalk line:
as If the earth and skies were commingled
and everything were wildly mixed in super
natural excitement, neither OF the earth no
of the skies.
The wind has risen since we started. Ii di
hlour at tht. rafa H.