The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-23

and sent thrill through every heart in that
company, more than one of whom had been
skeptical until that day, but were Sd no more
forever.
When Henry Clay died Marshsll delivered
en- eulogy upon his life and character that
has become a classic. Bongfellow declared
that 1t surpassed anything ever uttered by
the lips of man, and Daniel 8 Dickinson
said that be had rather have been the author
of it than to have written 'Hamlet"
With one or two anecdotes will close this
sketch OF this most gifted man. Marshall
went into the town of Versailles one day
when John ]. Crittenden had an appoint
meDt to make stump speech. Marshall
ssked and received division of time and
the "wool.pulliDg" began. MANY ladies we're
present. and TO show their displeasure with
MarshalPs course, as well as to plimeut
Cri.teDden. they covered the latter gentle.
man with flowers and waved their haRdksr.
chiefs in approval. Crittenden acknovl-
edged the compliment in a graceful and
happy manner and Marshall rose TO reply.
He was more than usually eloquent, and
made splendid speech. At lis close he
turned to the ladies and SAID:
mo bouquets for me! Ladies' / was born
at that early day in Kentucky when the
aesthetic had not supplanted the utilitariao,
when girls, instead of cultivatipg the useless
grsces that attract the frivolous, practiced
those habits of usefulness that fitted them to
children. In the primitive day the maiden
had no bower where Flora held her court,
but, on the contrary, they planted and
nouIished ample beds OF mint and tausy. In
the early morn the patriarch of the house
hold took down hIs 'stirrup' cup and brewed
O beverage whose basis was old Bourbon
such ss Bscchus never offered to Olympian
deity, and all the family. from eldest to
youngest, Iartook of it in copi0u5 draughts,
and, ladies, you never heard OF q child dying
| of WORMS in that day. If Fahnestock had
lived then he would have starved to DEATH"
| Shouts of laughter greeted the conceits
| and the ladies pTecipitataly fed.
| One more snecdote: There lived in Ken
lucky, thirty or forty years ago, man
named Pitcher 1t would require the pen of
Fielding and the license that permitted the
| portraiture of Squire Weston to properly
| sketch his character. He was rude, uncul.
abilities; q scorpion tongue, laden with the
| poison OF asps He was az dissolute az John
| Wilkes, and his temper is fttingly described
| by OC0nnelps epithet, ''ram-cot" He was
| sort of political Dalgetty. and, with the
| vulgar herd, considerable force. He had
| vaDquished every opponent who would con-
! sent to meet him-even old Ben Hardin,
| whom john Randolph said was Kitchen
knife wbettsd ON brickbst." But In in.
yective, his most powerful weapon, he found
| his master in Pitcher.
| such was the man who was pltted against
| Marshall. They met at Louisville on Corn
Island, lovely spot near the Kentucky
| shore in Ohio. The crowd assembled just
at-nightfall, and was composed of the
| beauty, wealth and worth of the city. 1t
wss in the early days Of Marshsll's career,
when his budding genius gave promise OF
| the richest fruitioD. The crowd was with
Marshall, though Pitcher had friends in the
| tbTong.
Msrshall delivered the greatest speech even
| be ever made. The audience was with him,
| and be reveled in an ecstacy of eloquence.
/ He seemed inspired with more than mortal
power, and swayed strong men and beauti-
| ful women as the storm the ripening hsr-
| vest. In closing. he pictured the scene be
| fore him, and made it as vivid 10 his hearers
IS to his own prodigy of imagination.
La Belle Rjvere. the silvery moon and its
| soft light and balmy air laden with the deli
| cate and delicious perfume of q seasons fru
| ition; the vaulted ekles, studded with count
| less sparkling gems all passed in review and
| received the impress of his matchless fancy.
His audience hung breathlsss on his sen.
| fences. In the midst of a burst of descrip.
| tive eloquence he turned to where Pitcher
sat- q few feet off. Pointing his expressive
finger and throwing into his ciassic and mo
bile features a look of unutterable horror,
he exclaimed: But, o God, there is Pill
cher" 1t was the devil ia Eden. The audi.
eDce broke al bounds and cheered, laughed
and wept The orator sat down aud Pitcher
| conquered once, declined to speak. He said
| afterwaTd that at the moment the look came
| upon Marshalps features and his voice ut
tered those words, he felt himself to be the
| vilest of created BEINGS.