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GAME TO THE LAsr.-Last year there
was published in the papers curious
Toast, or rather a speech in the shape of
a Toast, drank by R. Hughes, an old sol
der, and mdI-6oy with Harry Clay. This
Toas. gave an amusing outline of Mr..
Claws history, and former association,
when a mill-boy, with MIR. Hughes; and it
moreover confidently predicted Mr.. Clay's
election. Time has lalsiiied the prediction,
but it has not shaken Mr.. Hughes attach
ment for the great Statesman, as may be
seen by the following Toast, drank by Mr..
H. the recent 4th of July, at the celcbra-
ton at Urquhart's old school house, near
Campbell G. III.


"Sentiment by Ro. Hughes, ian old Sol
dier and mill-boy with Harry ClayD Hen
ry Clayl Ha, my old boyl | love you
better than ever. Beaten, heyl No, sir;
no man can beat you. Beat Henry Clay?
Beat him in goodness, and in greatness, and
in all that enobles man! Jim Polk beat
Henry Clay in tranccndant abilities to per-
ceive truth-and in frmness and sincerity
to follow it! Beat him in sincere and ar.
dent wishes for the glory and happiness of
his cOuniryl That man amt alive that can
do it My boyl when you eau be driven
out of the hearts Of your countrymen-
when you are no longer the adamantinc
friend of your country--wben that country
ceases TO know your willingness, were ii
necessary to lay down your life for her
when you have forSallen God, country and
fricnds-then Jim Polk, or any other poke,
may beat you-but not before. The fact
is, the jockies made the folks bea, them
selrc& They borrowed Henry Clay's
horse, whip, bride and saddle, put up a
light rider, and urged him on with the as
sis;ance of the Irish, the Dutch. and the
vil;-and what did they do! Beat Hen
~ CIay' No! They beat themselves, as
the Wings did when they run John Tyler
Yes. [ say 5ezH When Bob Hughes light
wood torch can beat aud out shine the bless
ed sun then folks may talk about beating
Henry" Rr'righ Register.