Excerpt from Judge Elbridge Kentuckian, in whose mind still lived the chimes of Henry Clay's bells - a memory that not so much fitted him to the law as it atuned him to oratory; but in those days the bar could be eloquent with out inviting the pitying smile which means, Oh, yes, it sounds all right, but it's crude. Elbridge was the student of the firm, and Bodney the orator, not a bad combination in the law at that time, for what one did not know the other was prepared to assert. They prospered in a way, but never had the forethought to invest in the magic mud-hole; took wives unto themselves, and, in the opinion of the orator, settled down to dull and uneventful hon esty. The years, like racing horses, flew round and round the track, and a palace of trade grew out of the mud-hole. Bodney and his wife passed away, leaving two children, a boy and a girl. Elbridge had stood at the bedside of his partner, who was fol lowing his wife into the eternal shadow. Don't worry about the children, Dan; they are mine, said the student, and the orator passed away in peace. And they were his. He took them to his home to be brother and sister to his son; and the years raced round and round the track. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.