I went over in Kentucky more than once an' heard Henry Clay speak.

I don't believe there was ever another such a talker as he was.
He had sense an' knowledge as well as voice.

He done his best to smooth over this quarrel between North and South that others was eggin' on all the time, but he couldn't, and I reckon when Henry Clay, the greatest man God ever made, failed, it wasn't worth while for anybody else to try.

Ride on, young fellers, an' get yourselves killed.

You ain't twenty, an' I'm over eighty, but I guess I'll be lookin' at the green trees when you're under the ground.