A Prophetic sarcasm.
--We remember to have heard the following anecdote told of the late
Henry Clay and
Gen. Scott, though we have no recollection of having seen it in print:
Mr. Clay, it should be premised, had no special antipathy to
Gen. Scott, though the upstart pride and excessive vanity and self conceit of the ‘"young hero,"’ and the fuss he made over the wound he received in the battle of
Lundy's Lane, filled him with unutterable disgust.
During the session of Congress following the peace of 1815, a dinner party was given at the
Executive mansion, at which these two distinguished individuals were present.
After dining, the
General retired, with others of the party, to the card rooms to a sociable game of whist.
Some time after he was seated,
Mr. Clay entered the room, fresh from the dining saloon and highly exhilarated.
Walking up to
Scott's chair, he familiarly slapped him on the wounded shoulder, which made the
General writhe with pain as he exclaimed, ‘"
Mr. Clay, I will thank you to keep your hands off — you've hurt my wound, sir."’ ‘"Ah,
Scott,"’ (was
Clay's reply, which he uttered with a peculiarly sarcastic expression,) ‘"I always thought there was something rotten about you."’ Recent events have turned
Mr. Clay's sarcasm into prophecy.--The rottenness is fully developed in the alacrity with which a recreant son steps forth at the bidding of blood-thirsty tyrants to plunge a dagger in the bosom of his venerable mother.