The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1856-01-24
The Lynching i'm Lexington, Ky.

We have published the tact that J. Brady, an
abolition teacher and principal of one of the public
schools in Lexington. KY, had been lynched by the
citizens of that place, the 14th, for writing let
ters to an Oxford, Ohio, abolition paper in which
he sbused slavery and Shareholders. Mr.. b. fur
nishes the following statement of his misfortune to
the Cincinnati Commercial
On Friday night last about o'clock, while he
was at his rooms in the house of friend, there
was a knock at the door, and a colored boy ap-
peared and said that the chairman of the school
committee wished to Mr.. Brady. Mr.. b.
thought the summons strange and unsuspectingly
went to the door, when he was seized and dragged
through the front yard to the street. there being
not more than seven or eight persons engaged in
the work of violence. He was amazed, and could
not think but he was the victim of some queer
practical joke, yet he did not know who would
presume to take such liberties with him. When he
was in the street he was thrown down. and then
began to call for help when one of the rufans told
him that if he did not shut his mouth his throat
would be cut He still continued to shout for as
sstance, however, and was then sew erey ehoked.
No one answered his cries for help, and some of
the hair was torn from his scalp, and then guam
tity of black paint was poured over his head This
ran down and stained his face and to some extent
soied his clothes, which were also considerably
torn in the scuffle
But he was not stripped nor was his head sha
ven; neither was he tarred and not feather was
used AS the party were leaving him he asked
what he had done that he should be treated in
that manner, and he was told: you wrote that
Oxford letter!" Such was the revelation to him
OF his great crime On returning to the house he
discovered that his pocket book was gone and he
was personally in deplorable condition He was
almost speeches. from the terrible choking that he
had suffered, and his jaw was dslocated and pain
ed him excessively. His face was also scratche /
in places, and the villanous compound was dread.
iuiiy disagreeabie He sent for physician; and
the stain was removed from his face and head
his pocket book had been dropped at the post
office in Lexington, and contained this afectionate
little epistle:
"MR- BRADY-You must leave the town in "a
hours, or your ears will come off next Your pock-
at book was picked up accidentally
"BLAcK INDIANS"
The persons who assaulted Mr. Brady wore
black masks, or had b acked their faces, and Mr.
b. has not the remotest guess as to who any OF
them are
The next morning Mr.. Brady left Lexington for
Cincinnati after resigning his position as teacher
Had it not been for the fact of his having an smia
BILE and beautiful wife his punishment, it is said
would have been more severe. The Lexington
Statesman of the 10th, says
This abolition school teacher and letter writer
for the Oxford (O) Citizen, was visited ON Friday
night by the Pottowatamies, a tribe of Indians
mentioned in "Hiawatha,' and who had their origin
''in the land of the Dacotahs." The Pottowatamies
escorted Joseph from his boarding house into the
street, where Shawshawshearem, with a pair OF
shears despoiled the poll of the sanity Joseph OF
its flowing locks To make amends for this rape
of the lock" Mudiekeewis, with painter brush
applied to the bare knOwledge-box of the epistola
ry abolitionist liberal coating of black varnish
such as is used by saddlers and harness Makers
The superiority of this covering over the hirsute
protection of nature is at once apparent. While it
is perfectly mpervous to water, it fits better and
sticks closer than ordinary night caps, and is not
so liable to get soiled- Shawwondassee then de-
livered a very touching valedctory, which seemed
to impress Joseph very sensibly. The tribe then
took leave of him, and he was permitted to go, and
he went. He did not stand upon the order of his
going, but he went at once. He set his face,
flint, homeward, and started His vanished head
gistened in the cold moonbeams of night, and his
nag of truce futtered in the chilly breeze
Ihe ceremonies, as described, must have been
very interesting In the midst of them awatchman
made his appearance, but upon being pointed oui
by several revolvers he suddenly recollected thai
he had important business around the next corner
which demanded his immediate attention he
started for that locality and considering the state
of the track, his time has never been beaten.