.... As the soldier bends his steps to the top of one of the lofty peaks of the Cumber land Ridge, overlooking the once proud and gallant State of Kentucky, he is both to believe that the home of Henry Clay is in chains, and writhing under the lash of the despot. Far in the distance the blue mountains raise their high heads and seem to look down with a lofty scorn upon the Goths and Vandals, whose des...