Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-04-04
correspondence of the Patriot.
CARTHAGE. March 80. 1Si

CARTHAGE, March 30, 1866.
Thinking you lonesome this dreary Sunday
eve, dear Patriot, and feeling so myself, have
determined to verify the adage that misery
loves company" and write you line of gos-
sp-not tLat | mean that misery loves the
PatriOt-and | am really afraid to write for
fear of provoking some such ill-natured and
disgraceful reply as we are wont to see, under
influences well calculated to inspire disgust
However, | believe the Pensacola" cores
pondence has finally died, and the verdict of
of the public mind seems to say, 'for want OF
breath"
This is an old town, settled by our hardy
pioneer fathers the same year Nashville boast
ed of a solitary block house, built on the site
of the City Hotel. In 1903, the present court
house was laid ont and built, and during the
succeeding ten years proPerty-rea| estate
sold very high. In the immediate vicinity the
country is remarkably broken, but rich and
productive, and the town for fifty years, has
enjoyed the reputation of the worst roads this
side of Jordan. The town is badly located, in
a business point of view, but to approach it
from the North, South and West, it is the
most picturesque and romantic village in the
State-nestling amid the lofty mountains like
forgotten splendor amid a wreck of ruins. It's
history is full Of incident. Here moulders the
grey tombstones of a sturdy ancestry of a
noble race of many of onr best men, and here
are the scenes Of childhood of more distin.
guished men than any village can boast of in
the West, whether in the bar, the pulpit or the
forum. One vote defeated its claims to be-
come the seat of government, and as late as
1918 and 1920, real estate here was worth
twice as much as in Nashville. Since then it
has gradually lost caste, and to day its trade
and Importance is perhaps more insignificant
than that of any point on the river Should
the owl boot in mournful solitude in midday,
and the solitary wren build amid the ruins of
thy temples, dear natal spot, | will love thee
still /! Sweet memories cling with maternal
tenderness around thy vernal plains and thy
rugged hills. and warm tear falls to elnbam
in Immortality the recollections of a childhood
which remembers thee as a city of gold, tenn
pie of Joy, a STRAIGHTFORWARD sunset of declin-
ing years
Our court is in its second week, with Judge
Goodall presiding, a man for whom there is
but one expression every where. Self-made,
he stands deservedly high at the bar as a law
yer and judge, while his private character
and the honorable estimation of the people,
only prove how safely the selection of judicial
officers may be entrusted to the people rather
than the Legislature. There were few cases
of any great interest on the docket, except,
perhaps, the case of the State rs Jarnison, for
malicious stabbing; and yesterday, after a bril-
liant and eloquent defence, he was most tri-
umphantly acquitted, verdict warmly wei
coined by the community.
As yet there is but little tobacco ready for
shipment, aud the more general opinion is, in
quantity, an average one, while the quality
falls below the usual standard. Corn is plen-
tiful, but dull at any price. None will be ship
ped. Wheat bears better price than in your
city
There is some Central Bank money aloat,
and il is very readily cursed to atoms.
Yours, SENEX.