The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-03-05
For child of her love
She sends down from above
A laurel to circle his brow,
With fire to lmpart
"A ITCH Warmth 10 his hoart,
That lights up his brain with a GLOW


New York was the keystone-as it was in the
late canvass-and gave James K. Polk majority
of some 5000 votes. The 5000 votes cast in
New York State for the candidates of the so
called Liberty party did the business. 1t was
afterwards shown that more than three fourths
OF those 1000 voters were original Whigs-but
they voted for James G. Birney and succeeded
in defeating their former political idol. Horace
Greeley said in the Tribune at that time that
they injured themselves more than they did
the cause of human freedoms; that the foot of an
indignant people was on their necks. I, myself
saw in Cincinnati old and young mepslppHR than
once sit down and cry like chidr4 WIKI news
of the national calamity came by post. Horace
Greeley attended the Inauguration of Zachary
Taylor. elected President in 1913, but didn't
seem to take much stock in it.
Henry Clay was a great and GOO man, but
not that taultess monster which the world
ne'er saw lie was impulsive, high tempered
and impatient of contradiction. General Leslie
| heard in this city, an incident in his
his Kentucky home AG from s Washington %
One of his friends had injudicously diverted
his attention to a very bitter personal newspaper
attack. He was in poor health at the time, and
as he rose to respond to the warm welcome of
his neighbors, it was with the air of a feeble,
bent, old man. He mildly began as follows:
My friends, feel like an old stag that has
been coursed by the hunters and the hounds,
plains, and has at last returned to his native
lair to lay him down and die. Then (says Gen
eral Coombsl as if suddenly recollecting the last
vile assault upon him, he Strengthened up seem
ingly to the height o. ten or twelve feet, and
exclaimed in a laundering voice. And yet the
vile ours of party are still barking at my heels,
and the boodhounds of personal malignity are
aiming at my throat His short settlement
with John G. Calhoun when he exclaimed in the
Senate, Sir, / would not own the Senator as my
slave is another instance of his impulsive ma
ture.
His personal magnetism was wonderful No
one ever retained, without apparent effort on his
part, such warm. devoted, enthusiastic friends.
For this man had large, warm, gallant human
heart--a true lofty, generous. manly soul The
champion in so many senatorial contests pre-
served his frankness, integrity and truthfulness
to the end. You all know he was the father of
the American system of internal Improvements;
you remember his noble defense of liberty in
South America. that he held out to Greece the
first hand of welcome, and that the redeemed
Greek mingled the name Of Henry Clay with
that of Marco Bozzars in his national battle cry
'Ciays language, manner and magnetism were
irresistible; his integrity and honor as pure and
bright as the clear, MONDAY sum- 1t is no doubt
o source of regret to all true old Wings that his
felong admirer and friend, Horace Greeley,
should, years after, become SO infected with De-
mocracy as to suffer himself to run as candi-
date for President on that ticket was defeated,
went crazy and died-Sood evidence that De-
mocracy is something like dynamite when it gets
into patriotic head.
when the news of Cay's death, in June, 1852,
was flashed over the wires. cold, dark shadow
fell upon the national heart His life
had been a noble poem of patriot
ISM integrity and zeal, and the accord
ant benisons of grateful millions followed
him to the sepulchre. That noble sonl was a
hero to the last-a Christian hero-and, we all
hope and firmly believe is now wandering be-
side the soundless seas and crystal streams of
paradise. George D. Prentice. in the Louisville
Journal. thus closed a beautiful obituary of the
great chieftain: No greater boon can befall
those of his contemporaries whose footsteps still
linger upon the shores of time than a close of
life as calm, as beautiful, as radiant with inn
mortal hope as was that of the sage of Ashland. ;"