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ASEcpoTE OF HENRY CLAY.-The
writer OF this, who in 1906 was an appren-
tice to the bricklaying business, was enga-
ged in building MIR. Clay's house at Ash
land and while most mechanics, IN those
days, were, by the wealthy and purse proud,
treated but little better than negIoes-l
shall never forget his respectful and kind
treatment towards his woI kmen, whom he
seemed to consider as equals, and Jared as
we'll as his own family.


remember one day that an old revolu-
tionary soldier. who was Il stranger there,
had got drunk. and fell down before Mr..
Claws gate. where he lay IN a perfectly
senseless state, like a brute; and as there
was storm coming up, some one mention
ed the fact to Mr. Clay. He Immediately
went to the old man, and with his own
hands dragged him into his house-had
him washed, cleaned up, and put to bed.
The next morning at breakfast, Mr.. Clay
addressed the old man In the most affection
ate and touching manner-telllng him that
such was the reverence he ielt tor those
who had fought for our liberties, that he
could not bear to see them lessen that res
pect by getting drunk-that he could not
but feel an everlasting gratitude towards
him, and all Others who purchased at so
dear a rate, the liberties which we all enjoy
that he would not object to an old soldiers
taking an occasional dram but he begged
him for his own sake, and for the sake of all
those who had won our Liberties. never to
get drunk again. He then gave the old
man some money and sent him home to his
friends.


Mr. Clay'S sympathy and kindness for
the errors of this old revolutionary soldier,
will never be gotten by an old BRICK
LA AYER.-C5ncinnatt Altos.