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Too Good TO be lost. While Mr.. Clay was
passing through the Estate of Edgecomb," as he
was pleased TO term ii, prompted no doubt by Mr..
Dick Hines,) the cars stopped at Joyners Depot,
where a crowd, exclusively democratic, had as
sembIed. AS was his won't he came down to elec-
toneer with the people, In few moments they
were off again, when Mr.. Clay, standing on the
outside, shouted at the top his voice. Go on gen
tlemen, you are engaged in noble cause and must
triumph" In few moments they were out of
sight, and the crowd made the welkin ring with
aug hter at the bIunder of the great EIcctoneerer.


Another AT At- Depot in Warren CO.,
bevy of "faire ladycs" had assembled and MIR.
Clay had the pleasure of ofluxurialing on ruby lips
and rosy cheeks, or in plain vernacular, kissing
the gals One fair damsel turned forty, was so
perfectly delighted with the idea of being smaefed
by great man, that she determined, if possible,
to bear away with her some meniento Of the erent
while taxing her wits for this purpose, and in the
bustleond stir ofthe crowd, Col. Joyner sometimes
known as the "Eirl of Empty Barrels" was
thrown exactly where Mr.. Clay had been stand
ding. Not perceiving this the fair charmer, STEP
ped up behind the Colonel, and bore off triumph
antly stray hair which had fallen upon his
shoulder. Upon exhibiting her trophy few days
after her modification was overwhelming.on find.
ing that she had mistaken the Colonel for Mr.


Clay. Tarboroush Press.