That people were few in number and
without resources, save only their wise heads and stout hearts. Within
the first year of that declared independence, and while its maintenance
was yet problematical, while the bloody struggle between those resolute
rebels and their haughty would-be masters was still waging,--of
undistinguished parents and in an obscure district of one of those
colonies Henry Clay was born. The infant nation and the infant child
began the race of life together. For three quarters of a century they
have travelled hand in hand. They have been companions ever. The nation
has passed its perils, and it is free, prosperous, and powerful. The
child has reached his manhood, his middle age, his old age, and is dead.
In all that has concerned the nation the man ever sympathized; and now
the nation mourns the man.
The day after his death one of the public journals, opposed to him
politically, held the following pathetic and beautiful language, which I
adopt partly because such high and exclusive eulogy, originating with a
political friend, might offend good taste, but chiefly because I could
not in any language of my own so well express my thoughts:
"Alas, who can realize that Henry Clay is dead! Who can realize that
never again that majestic form shall rise in the council-chambers of his
country to beat back the storms of anarchy which may threaten, or pour
the oil of peace upon the troubled billows as they rage and menace
around! Who can realize that the workings of that mighty mind have
ceased, that the throbbings of that gallant heart are stilled, that the
mighty sweep of that graceful arm will be felt no more, and the magic of
that eloquent tongue, which spake as spake no other tongue besides, is
hushed hushed for ever! Who can realize that freedom's champion, the
champion of a civilized world and of all tongues and kindreds of people,
has indeed fallen! Alas, in those dark hours of peril and dread which our
land has experienced, and which she may be called to experience again, to
whom now may her people look up for that counsel and advice which only
wisdom and experience and patriotism can give, and which only the
undoubting confidence of a nation will receive? Perchance in the whole
circle of the great and gifted of our land there remains but one on whose
shoulders the mighty mantle of the departed statesman may fall; one who
while we now write is doubtless pouring his tears over the bier of his
brother and friend brother, friend, ever, yet in political sentiment as
far apart as party could make them.
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