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HENRY CLAY.--Those who wish to call to
mind the bearing Of Mr. Clay under adverse
circumstances, will remember that he is the
same man now that he was in lS43; when, af-
ter being hunted for twenty wears by the blood
hounds Of party, he returned to Kentucky. and
with an eIoqueuse and an energy which no
modern man can rival, addressed his constitu-
Ients and neighbors:


"Itis now more than forty years" said Mr..
Clay, ''snce came here poor and frendess
youth, was taken By the hand by ;our fathers,
and led to fs.ae and fortune. All that am and
have been, owe to their generous kindness
and steady confidence. And now have come
to spend the evenlng.of my days among their
children. feel like the stag who has been


long hunted, and who returns at last to die up
on the spot whence he started in vigor and hope.


rhe ours ofparty have been long barking atmy
heels, and he bloodhounds Of personal nal,gnity
are sprngrg at my throat, but (rleing to his
full height, aud looking round with flashing eye
on his defamers, who had mingled with the
crowd of hearers,) l scorn and d..ty hem noo as
eper 4 did,"