The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1866-02-01

nest, impassioned Delivery, in which thu
whole soul is fused into every utterance
and which can no moro live and glow
with anything artificial than fire ant
straw can dwell together in heatet
oven. Who can listen to moro finished
rhetorician than Mr.. Everett? His face
and person were pleasing. Every move
ment had been practiced. His beautiful
passages filed the mind with admiration
and delight. But who eyer felt his heart
burn wiShin him; who was ever conscious
of that something immense and inih'
ite" of which Quintillian speaks; who
ever felt himself transported, melted to
tears, fired to enthusiasm, while listening
to his elaborate compositions? Instraight
forward, close-linked argument, in q no.
BILE contempt for all trappings and deco
rations, in condensation, in vocabulary
terse and emphatic, in energy, vehe-
mence, passion, Mr.. Calhoun closely re-
sembled his iilustrious model; while in
all tho moral qualifications of a great or
ator he rose immeasurably above him.
For even his enemies confessed that he
possessed a courage which no opposition
could shake, and an integrity that no
temptation could corrupt.
In mental greatness, in learning, deep
thought, and all the attributes of the
highest order of genius, Mr.. Clay was
inferior to his two great contemporaries.
But in thephysical combinations, and all
the natural furniture of soul-stirring
orator, he far surpassed them both.
His mouth, that most expressive fea-
turc, was an organ created by God for
the pronunciation of large and heroical
thoughts. Then, what clear, blue eyes,
now calm in their azure depths, then
laughing in genial mirth, and then, when
he was thoroughly reused UP, sparkling,
almost blazing. In his whole counte-
nance what play of all generous feelings
the soul of honor, friendship, chivalry.
breathing in his face. Above all, that
magnificent voice, at one moment soft
as the breeze, presently swelling until it
beat the vaulted roof, and rebcrbcrating
far beyond the walls of the chamber,
away into the adjoining rooms and re-
cesses. Rufus Choate had no superior at
home, but going to Washington as Uni
ted States Senator, he, on one occasion
drew upon himself single broadside
from the Kentucky orator, and it SO
frightened him that he was afterward al
most silent, crcst-fallen, and (to employ
his own fayorite phrase) "'ltterly fabber-
-gasted." Everybody remembers Mr.. Clay's
duel with Mr.. Randolph. On his last
journey North, in an almost dying con-
dition, the Virginian was carried into the
Senate Chamber. Mr.. Clay was speak
ing. "Stop," said the sick man to those
who bore him. "Stop, let me hear that
voice. [ camo here to hear that voice
once more before I die" The grace and
beauty of Mr.. Clay's elocution were con-
summate his whole being informed with
his subject, and instinct with the love ol
truth. Ard his warm gushing sympa'
thcs seldom failed to draw you to him
and bear you along with him, causing you
to feel that "one touch of nature makes
the whole world kim" The last time
heard him was at a meeting of the Colo
nization Society. AS he reclined in the
chair, he seemed to be an old man "bro
ken with the storms of State" But
when he rose and spoke, there were nc
traces of years upon him. All felt tha
his soul was still erect and young, ano
that, as an orator, his eye was moi
dimmcd, nor the force and vchemenco o
his strength abated.
had intended to say something of hi
death; but this communication is already
too extended. His father was u Baptis
minister, and the son never forgot th'
faithful sayings" which he learned from
that father. And though he betrayed
sad infrmity as to religion, saying to DR.
Curtis, in Charleston, that ga public mar
ought to join no church: if he wished t.
be POPULAR" Ga sentiment, by the way
on which thousands act without the can
dor to confess it, and after he had iden
tilted himself with church, frequentine
the theatre yet he fingered long unde
the salutary discipline of sick room, hi
last pillow was wetted with penitentia
tears, and, of the three great compecrs
he alone departed confessing himself