“Hayes” 
portrait of Clay 
was painted es¬ 
pecially for Mr. 
[as. C. Johns¬ 
ton, a son of the 
Governor, a nd 
was the last one 
ever made of 
that famous 
statesman. In 
a personal letter 
to Mr. Johns¬ 
ton, Mr. Clay 
stated that he 
would not have 
had his portrait 
painted at that 
time of life for 
any other per¬ 
son. Mr. Johns¬ 
ton spent his 
summers at the 
Greenb rier 
White Sulphur 
Springs and it 
was there he 
met the great 
commoner, and 
formed a life¬ 
time ad mira- 
tion for him, 
and in after years, when Mr. Clay became financially 
embarrassed, he voluntarily and without his knowl¬ 
edge paid off' his entire indebtedness, amounting it is 
said, to over forty thousand dollars. 
The library is of unique octagonal design and 
antique appointment. It contains more than five 
thousand rare books, manuscripts, and costly old 
editions principally collected by Governor Johnston. 
Upon its walls hang the portraits of Thomas Bar¬ 
ker (by Sir Joshua Reynolds), John Stanley, Judge 
Iredell, Judge Ruffin the elder, Gavin Hogg, and 
around the cornice are busts of Washington, Mar¬ 
shall, Hamilton, John Jay, Zachary Taylor, Henry 
Clay, DeWitt Clinton, Webster, Walter Scott, Chan¬ 
cellor Kent, and James L. Pettigrew of Charleston, 
the erstwhile law partner of General Pettigrew. 
The catalogue of books, though done with a 
qudl pen, has the appearance of the most exqui¬ 
site steel engraving; Mr. Edmund M. Barton of 
the American Antiquarian Society of Worcester, 
Massachusetts, says: “The catalogue is a wonder¬ 
fully quaint thing in itself ; the collection of books is 
very fine; worthy of careful investigation and pres¬ 
ervation, and would make an excellent foundation for 
the public libraries, which must, and are graduallv 
coming up through the South.” 
The large, old-fashioned graveyard at “Hayes” is 
THE DINING-ROOM SHOWING THE SILVER SERVICE OF GOVERNOR JOHNSTON 
situated in the midst of a beautiful cotton field, com¬ 
manding a fine prospect of Albemarle Sound, and 
Edenton Bay. It is said that Mr. James C. Johns¬ 
ton, the last person buried there, requested that after 
his funeral the gates should be locked and the key 
thrown in the bay. Here, too, lie the bodies of Gov¬ 
ernor Samuel Johnston, the Iredells, father and son, 
the one a Justice of the United States Supreme Court 
of this State, and the illustrious Mrs. Penelope 
Barker, President of the “Historic Tea Party of 
Edenton, 1774.” In this same graveyard reposed 
also the distinguished patriot and signer of the 
Declaration of Independence, Judge James Wilson, 
who died on a visit to Edenton, and whose remains 
were removed to Philadelphia in the fall of 1906 with 
great pomp and ceremony under the auspices of the 
Pennsylvania Historical Society, and the St. Andrew’s 
Society at the same time placed an appropriate ceno¬ 
taph over the original grave. 
At “Hayes” crape myrtles and crape jasmines 
dissolve their sweet odors in the deep crucibles of 
gorgeous magnolia blossoms, and the attar of a 
thousand roses is distilled by the sweet alchemy of the 
morning dew; there the days pass as softly as the 
shadows across the lawn, and there at even a sweet 
peace pervades the whole heart, and with it breathes 
a deep and stirring pathos. 
