The second instance is doubtless more familiar to the reader; but having "spoken of guns," it may not be amiss to quote it here: During an excited political canvass, Mr. Clay met an old hunter, who had previously been his devoted friend, but who now opposed him, on the ground of "the Compensation bill." "Have you a good rifle, my friend?" asked Mr. Clay. "Yes," said the hunter. "Does it ever flash in the pan?" continued Mr. Clay. "It never did but once in the world," said the hunter, exultingly. "Well, what did you do with it? You didn't throw it away, did you?" "No; I picked the flint, tried it again, and brought down the game." "Have _I_ ever 'flashed,'" continued Mr. Clay, "except on the 'Compensation bill?'" "No, I can't say that you ever did." "Well, will you throw _me_ away?" said Mr. Clay. "No, no!" responded the huntsman, touched on the right point; "no; _I'll pick the flint, and try you again!_" And ever afterward he was the unwavering friend of Mr. Clay. From the same authority we derive another election anecdote, which Mr. Clay was wont to mention to his friends. In a political canvass in Kentucky, Mr. Clay, and Mr. Pope a one-armed man, were candidates for the same office. An Irish barber, residing at Lexington, had always given Mr. Clay his vote, and on all occasions, when he was a candidate for office, electioneered warmly for him. He was "Irish all over," and was frequently in "scrapes," from which Mr. Clay generally succeeded in rescuing him. Somebody, just before the election took place, "came the evil eye" over him; for when asked who he was going to vote for, he replied, "I mane to vote for the man who can't put more nor _one hand_ into the threasury!" A few days after the election, the barber met Mr. Clay in Lexington, and approaching him, began to cry, saying that he had wronged him, and repented his ingratitude. "My wife," said he, "got round me, blubbering, and tould me that I was _too bad_, to desert, like a base spalpeen, me ould frind. 'Niver's the time,' says she 'when you got in jail or in any bad fix _niver's_ the time he didn't come and help you out. Och! bad luck to ye for not giving him your vote!'" Mr. Clay never failed to gain his vote afterward. An anecdote is related of Mr. Clay, aptly illustrating his ability to encounter opposition, in whatever manner presented. A Senator from Connecticut had endeavored to inspire the younger members of the Senate with a respect for him, nearly allied to awe; and to this end was accustomed to use toward them harsh and haughty language, but especially to make an ostentatious display of his attainments, and his supposed superior knowledge of the subject under discussion. Mr. Clay could ill brook his insolent looks and language, and haughty, overbearing manner, and took occasion in his speech to hit them off, which he did by quoting Peter Pindar's Magpie,