Description:Excerpt from Henry Clay: Address of Hon. John F. Lacey Before the Grant Club of Des Moines, Iowa May 19, 1903 Gentlemen: Henry Clay was born on the 12th day of April, 1777, and died on the 29th day of June, 1852. He entered public life in 1803, a hundred years ago, and for 49 years his name was associated with almost every important public occurrence in our country. He might without vanity have spoken of those events, "All of which I saw, and a part of which I was." The memory of the present generation needs to be refreshened by the study of the lives of our early statemen. General Butler used to tell a story about the celebrated statue at New Orleans. While he was in command in the city, one day he was riding out with his Irish orderly, when they passed the dark bronze statue of Mr. Clay on Canal street, the Orderly rode up to the General's side and touched his hat and said, "General what statue is that?" The General replied, "It is Clay." A few days after that they were passing the same place again, and the Orderly again rode up to the General and said, "Why did you tell me that statue was Clay?" "Oh," replied the General. "Everybody says so." Said the Orderly. "General they have lied to you, for I examined it. It is iron." But Mr. Clay had a monument more enduring than bronze in the hearts of his countrymen. We are now far enough from the excitement of that period to view and measure it dispassionately. We can divide the last hundred years into two equal parts, and for almost exactly fifty years of that time the figure of Henry Clay towers up like a colossus in our history. He suffered from unstinted abuse, and he also suffered even more from extravagant and undiscriminating praise. He was the best loved and best hated man of his time. It has been well said that "A man is well provided, if, next to having a dozen good friends, he has one good enemy." Mr. Clay had plenty of both. The, abuse that was heaped upon him and the admiration that he inspired, now seem incredible. His friends were indeed a choice array and his enemies a splendid host. Napoleon at St. Helena told Las Casas that the reason history can only be written after the people., whose deeds are described are dead, was that all histories are lies, and that the historian who writes after his heroes are in the grave, may make his statements with impunity, for there is no one there to contradict them. But as to the public man whose life and works are all connected with parliamentary affairs, the records are an open book to all, and may be weighed much more justly than the career of the military leader. You have invited me tonight to discuss an interesting theme. My first childish recollections cluster around the name of Henry Clay. My father was an old time Whig, for Clay in 1844 as he was for Lincoln in 1860 and in 1864, and as he would have been, had he lived, for McKinley in 1896 and 1900, and for Roosevelt in 1904, and the first event in my memory is conected with the great campaign of 1844. My father gave me a new plush cap and bade me toss it up and give three chers for Henry Clay, which I did with a will. A few hours later i accidentally burned out one side of the cap, for which my father gave me an aplication of a convenient lath. The circumstance was therefore emphasized on both body and mind, and made a lasting impression, and so the name of Clay sunk deep in my young mind. I was in favor of Mr. Clay then because my father was. I remain a believer in the great tenets of that faith, . because they have appealed to my matter judgment in later years. Henry Clay was embarrassed by the dangers of his time. He loved the Union, and his life's dearest purpose was to preserve that Union at all hazards against all its foes. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comWe have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Henry Clay: Address of Hon. John F. Lacey Before the Grant Club of Des Moines, Iowa May 19, 1903 (Classic Reprint). To get started finding Henry Clay: Address of Hon. John F. Lacey Before the Grant Club of Des Moines, Iowa May 19, 1903 (Classic Reprint), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
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Henry Clay: Address of Hon. John F. Lacey Before the Grant Club of Des Moines, Iowa May 19, 1903 (Classic Reprint)
Description: Excerpt from Henry Clay: Address of Hon. John F. Lacey Before the Grant Club of Des Moines, Iowa May 19, 1903 Gentlemen: Henry Clay was born on the 12th day of April, 1777, and died on the 29th day of June, 1852. He entered public life in 1803, a hundred years ago, and for 49 years his name was associated with almost every important public occurrence in our country. He might without vanity have spoken of those events, "All of which I saw, and a part of which I was." The memory of the present generation needs to be refreshened by the study of the lives of our early statemen. General Butler used to tell a story about the celebrated statue at New Orleans. While he was in command in the city, one day he was riding out with his Irish orderly, when they passed the dark bronze statue of Mr. Clay on Canal street, the Orderly rode up to the General's side and touched his hat and said, "General what statue is that?" The General replied, "It is Clay." A few days after that they were passing the same place again, and the Orderly again rode up to the General and said, "Why did you tell me that statue was Clay?" "Oh," replied the General. "Everybody says so." Said the Orderly. "General they have lied to you, for I examined it. It is iron." But Mr. Clay had a monument more enduring than bronze in the hearts of his countrymen. We are now far enough from the excitement of that period to view and measure it dispassionately. We can divide the last hundred years into two equal parts, and for almost exactly fifty years of that time the figure of Henry Clay towers up like a colossus in our history. He suffered from unstinted abuse, and he also suffered even more from extravagant and undiscriminating praise. He was the best loved and best hated man of his time. It has been well said that "A man is well provided, if, next to having a dozen good friends, he has one good enemy." Mr. Clay had plenty of both. The, abuse that was heaped upon him and the admiration that he inspired, now seem incredible. His friends were indeed a choice array and his enemies a splendid host. Napoleon at St. Helena told Las Casas that the reason history can only be written after the people., whose deeds are described are dead, was that all histories are lies, and that the historian who writes after his heroes are in the grave, may make his statements with impunity, for there is no one there to contradict them. But as to the public man whose life and works are all connected with parliamentary affairs, the records are an open book to all, and may be weighed much more justly than the career of the military leader. You have invited me tonight to discuss an interesting theme. My first childish recollections cluster around the name of Henry Clay. My father was an old time Whig, for Clay in 1844 as he was for Lincoln in 1860 and in 1864, and as he would have been, had he lived, for McKinley in 1896 and 1900, and for Roosevelt in 1904, and the first event in my memory is conected with the great campaign of 1844. My father gave me a new plush cap and bade me toss it up and give three chers for Henry Clay, which I did with a will. A few hours later i accidentally burned out one side of the cap, for which my father gave me an aplication of a convenient lath. The circumstance was therefore emphasized on both body and mind, and made a lasting impression, and so the name of Clay sunk deep in my young mind. I was in favor of Mr. Clay then because my father was. I remain a believer in the great tenets of that faith, . because they have appealed to my matter judgment in later years. Henry Clay was embarrassed by the dangers of his time. He loved the Union, and his life's dearest purpose was to preserve that Union at all hazards against all its foes. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comWe have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Henry Clay: Address of Hon. John F. Lacey Before the Grant Club of Des Moines, Iowa May 19, 1903 (Classic Reprint). To get started finding Henry Clay: Address of Hon. John F. Lacey Before the Grant Club of Des Moines, Iowa May 19, 1903 (Classic Reprint), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.