The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1862-11-22
SyashriIIe aAuiuu.
Published By an association Of Printers.
office en- PrInters' Alley, between
UnIon and Deaderfck Streets.
SATURDAY MORNING, NOV. 20. 1852

The following humorous letter came to
us yesterday, from jolly Captain of the
Fourteenth Michigan Infantry. We have
appointed our book keeper trustee of the
fund, allowing him to deduct one cent
stamp from the twenty one cents--six
red stsmps--enclosed May Captain
F-'s right arm, so long as he lifts it
against our country's foes, be as strong as
the butter he speaks of!
MoRGARs BRIGADE HEAoUARTERs,I
CAMP NEAR STONE RIVER, Nov. Is, '62. :
Monster Redoctver: Pardon me for i'm
portuning you with the enclosed triae of
change" which trust you will give to
the first news boy who growls that "some
id Federal officer cheated him out Of
twenty cents" Idon'tknow the name Of
the faithful boy who furnished me the
Union and Despatch every morning of pub
LEGATION, but being suddenly ordered to
vacate your city at 3 o'clock, A. NJ, We'd
nesday last, prevented the possibility of
my paying him this trile. Trifle J."
il is for want Of such trihes that the
purest ornaments and brightest geniuses
in the journalistic world have been low
| cred to earth. Had the presses of the
country, pressed hard by harder times,
but had the aggregate of the trifles
due them, their spirited editors could
wear clean shirts and smoke good cigars,
like other mortals they could live in the
manner called respectable" and not be,
as they really are, walking corpses."
| Presuming that after this war is over my
| fidelity to my country and party will
procure me the Ministry TO the Loo Choo
Islands, am anxious that my indebted
ness to the world, and privates especially,
should be honorably cancelled. Printers
being proverbially abusive when the sim
terest of party are at stake, and more
| so when good offices are in the balance,
| desire TO be erect on the credit side of
their books, for Of all bills of indebted
ness the printers is firss--the wash-wo-
mans and tsilors coming next in their
! turn.
| Remember ain an officer wear three
stripes, and my friends say deserve
fifty | am fast drifting to that opinion
myself, and so soon as | am solid as to
the natural sequence of such thought,
| will leave you-notwithstandin your
expressed adherence of paper pulled APP
pointments-write moderate hint to the
"powers that be that am 4" star" in
the bright galaxy of officers, and that
/ should be awarded one to be worn upon,
not under, the shoulder.
am an amazingly cool fellow, you
will say. My sentiments, you must &C
knowledge, are in unison with the wea-
ther-a stepmOther's breath being red
dening my nose for the last twenty four
hours. II circumstances and my finan-
cial condition would have permitted,
could have staid in Nashville this winter.
Boarding in first class hotel"-where
all officers like to nestle and exhibit
themselves-is no unimportant item,
tell you. Your butter, which was but .
butteraceous mixture at best smelled as
rancid rs a goat or bundle of foul linen
hardly fit to grease suffers wagon OF
oil contractors constituencies seven
ty.fve cents a pound, the price of a dozen
good cocktails, as many prime cigars, OF
three games of billiards in a first-class
saloon, where hail from. Being jealous
of authority, l could not content myself
where anything Out-rarlted me. The mys-
teries of life, as well as business, Cypress
me much: have to obey all orders, and
none seem ready to obey me. When il
Nashville was happy in the thought
that the chances OF battle would throw
Dick McCann, John G. Breck., or some
other notable or notorious disorganizel
into my hands, thereby insuring my i'm
mediate recognition and promotion. But
fate, il would seem, reserves her direst
misfortunes for me. Every object, hope
and thought of my hearts affection, are
born but to die and be blasted Alas, pool
me! my happiness is past!
But pleasure cannot always our footsteps attend,
| LRe's happies moipeHh must come 10 az end
The sweetest wild flowers that the hill-sdes adorn
| Arc oftea fouud blooming close by the thorni
| And the hopes the sad heart hath fondly caressd
| Returns ~ an arrow 10 the woc-worn breast
One nom nj We are with happiness wild,
The next we forget that We ever had smil'd:
Thus pleasure, ne IL so by Heaven ordained
| Transforms into sorrow 30 soon as attained
Despite all efforts to the contrary, my
muse is sad-sad as memory; and fol
the present will close with many wishes
for the success of the Internationally
and newspaperially. TARA.