Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1861-04-05

rything. Sir, stand here with the weap-
ons have designated to defend the rights
of st. Louis county, the rights of any 9th
er county--even the county of Cedar itself.
Laughter and applause. Sir, the debate
has assumed latitudinosity We have
had little black Jack buncombe, a little
two-bit buncombe, bombast buncombe,
bunghole buncombe, and the devil and his
grandmother knows what other kind of
buncombe. Laughter.
Why, sir, just give some of 'em little
Southern soap, and little Northern wa
ter, and quicker than hound pup can
lick skillet they will make enough bun
combe lather to wash the golden flock that
roams abroad the azure meads of heaven,
TCheers and laughter. l allude. to the
starry armament,
The Speaker-The Gentleman is out of
order He must confne himself to the
question.
Mr.. Riley.-Just retain your linen if
you please. I'll stick to the text as close
as pitch plaster to pine plank or a lean
pig to a hot jam rock. Cries of Ego on "
you'll do" y"
I want to say to these carb6niferous gen
tlemen, these igneous individuals, these de
tonatng demonstrators, these peregrinous
volcanoes, come on with your combusti-
bles IF / don n't-well, I'll suck the Gulf
of Mexico through goose quill, Laugh
ter and applause. Perhaps you think
am diminutive tubers and sparse in the
mundane elevation. You may discover,
gentlemen,y you are laboring under as great
a misapprehension as though you had in
cinerated your inner vestments. In the
language of the noble bard:
"I was not born in a thicket
To be scared by cricket"
Applause ]
Sir, we have lost our proper position
Our proper position is to the zenith and
nadir-ou neads to the one, our heels to
the other, at right angle to the horson,
spanded by that azure air of the lustrious
armament, bright with the corrucations of
innumerable consultations, and proud as
a speckled horse on county court day
[ [Cheers. =,
"But how how have the mighty fallen,
in the language of the poet Silversmith.
We have lost our proper position. We
have assumed slosh -indicular or a dia-
genealogical position And what is the
cause? Echo answers, "buncombe," sir,
"buncombe. The people have been fed
on buncombe, while lot of spawned,
ringboned, ham strung, wind CALLED swee-
neyed, 'splithoof, distempered, pollevilled,
potbellied politicians have had their noses
in the public crib until there amt fodder
enough left to make Cruel for sick
grasshopper. [Cheers and laughter
Sir, these hungry brats keep tugging at
the public pap. They say, "let down your
milk, Suckey or you'll have split bag"
Do they think they can stuff such bun
combe down our craw? No, sir you
might as we'll try to stuff butter in a wild
cat with hot awl [Continued laughter.
The thing can't be did
The public grindstone is a great institu-
ton, sir-yes, sir, great institution. One
of the greatest, perhaps, that ever rose
reigned or fell But, sir, there is too
much private cutlery ground. The thing
won't pay. Occasionally big axe is
brought in to be fixed up, ostensibly for
the purpose of hewing down the gnarled
trunks of error and clearing out the brush
wood of ignorance and folly that obstruct
the public highway of progress The ma
chine whirls, the axe is applied. The
lockers on are enchanted with the brilliant
sparks elioited. The tool is polished /;
keenly edged and, whilse the public stare
in gaping expectancy Of seeing the road
cleared, the implement is slyly taken off
to improve the private acres of some "faith-
full friend of the people" What is the
result? The obstruction remains unmov-
ed. The people curse because the car lags
or, if it does move, tbs at the expense of
broken wheel and jaded and sore-backed
team. l tell you the thing won't pay
The time will come when the nasal pro-
monitory of these dlsinterested grinders
will be put to the stone, instead of their
hardware. tApplause.] am mighty
afraid the machine is going to stop. The
grease is giving out laundering fast II
is beginning to creak on its axis. Gentle
men, it is my private opinion, confidently
expressed, that all the "grit" is pretty near
worn off Applause,
Mr.. Speaker, you must excuse me FOL
md latituyinosity and circumlocutor mess
My old blunderbuss scatters amazingly
, but if anybody gets peppered' it amt m.
, fault IL thew are in Ihs WaV