Born in Massachusetts, in 1818, neath the shadow of Bunker Hill, and, incidentally of lineage with Robert Morris of Revolutionary fame, ere his life meridianed removing with his family to beautiful blue grass Kentucky, the home of his heart, where he wrought well and his memory is revered.

They reach'd the hotel: forth stream'd from the front door / A tide of well-clad waiters, and around / The mob stood, and as usual several score / Of those pedestrian Paphians who abound / In decent London when the daylight's o'er; / Commodious but immoral, they are found / Useful, like Malthus, in promoting marriage.

He is what they call the madala on the farm, and he has worked here all his life.

“The new electoral law must guarantee governability and continuity in politics,” he told senators on Wednesday.