[From the same]
The admirers of Mr. Clay cannot but regret the motives which induced
him to spend his last days at Washington. It was a pitiful ambition
which prompted him to forsake his family and his old friends to die at
the capital of the country in order that he might have the _éclat_ of
a public funeral. Broken down in health and spirits when he left his
old home, unable to travel except by slow stages, he knew perfectly
well that his days were numbered, and that he could never again see
Kentucky. How much more dignified would it have been if he had
breathed out his once precious life in the bosom of his family and in
the arms of the woman who for upwards of half a century had watched
over his interests, reared his children with a fond mother's care,
loved him with a true woman's love, and followed him, wherever he was,
with her prayers and her blessings!