Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1862-03-31

letter from Nashville gives the following
account of Parson Brownlow :-"Of so noted
a man as the parson, all must have formed
some idea. Most persons have doubtless pic
tured him as stout, dark, and terrible look
ing person, whose frame would intimidale a
mob and crush common man. Brave and
daring as he has proved himself, one would,
not having seen him, picture him az a giant,
capable OF, singly and alone, achieving the
daring deeds which his mind might plot But
fancy would in this case, be much at fault.
Parson Brownlow is a man of perhaps 80 years
and l2o pounds, not more He is of medium
height, but his extreme spareness gives him u
taller look. His arms arc long and ungracetul.
Ills countenance is far from being handsome,
being as broad as it is long, and not feshily
filled out High cheek bones, thin chin, and
a large mouth, are the prominent features
about countenance which is strangely inter.
esting and attractive, even when it is not
known whose soul looks out OF the little but
expressive eyes that give This life to the coun-
tenRnce.
The Parson informs me that his paper was
seized ON the 25th of November lie was nj.
lowed TO remain at liberty but a fortnight
ed on the 9Th of December, and thrown into
prison at Knoxville. A court martial was
held, and 1t was supposed that he would be
hung. He thought so himself, and had pre-.
pared speech to be delivered ON the scaffold.
lie says that was in effect that this rebellion
had been begun in fraud, theft, and perjury.
and that it was being prosecuted in the same
style. He desired to tell them that the leaders
OF this unhOly rebellion were a set of periured
scoundreis, and that hell and the penitentiary
were full of better men, But it appears that
the rebels were afraid to hang him, and it was
decided by one vote not TO execute him. He
was remanded back to Jail, and the result of
the court martial reported 10 the rebel presi-
dent"
Here began what the parson sarcasticay
called "a learned correspondence with Judah
p Benjamin, the lisr" The result was an
agreement to place the parson at liberty with
in the lines of the Union army. A long delay
ensued. The parson was placed in a Jail with
twenty-five others He says he told them he
would live to see the end of the rebellion
As for my part, sir, had no intention of dy.
ing"
While we were speaking together Col Man.
son approached, and introduced the colonel
TO the parson, remaIking, as | did so, that
"Col. Manson was the man that whipped the
rebels at Fishing Greek, aud started them for
the race to Knoxville" ''And l, SIR" said
the parson, cam The man who saw them ar
rive at Knoxville. They came in 'on time
astride OF stolen horses and mules, with stolen
ropes for bridles and though they were then
$50 miles from the battle field they were look.
ing back to see if The devil was after them"
"rhe parson thinks that the thing is about
played out. Even the English part of human
kind are ashamed 10 recognize them. Heaven
| cannot grant its smiles to SO infamous a cause
| and as for the devil, he is jealous of Davis and
afraid OF being superseded The parson
thinks, therefore, that they have no one to
call upon but themselves. When the parson
came into the city ne appeared lost in the mul.
titude. He met hundreds who rejoiced to see
him. General Buel and his staff expressed
their JOY at his Liberation, but the old man did
not know them and their congratulations
sounded coldly to his ears. There were friends
IN the city, but they did not know that he
had arrived. While yet we were conyersing,
Horace Maynard and G. L. Trigg, of East
Tennessee, advanced toward the hotel from
the capitol, and, when about ten feet distant.
Trigg recognized the parson. With shout
he bounded forward, followed by Maynard
The parson cried "Why. Trigg p ooh! May.
nard !! Tears were i'll his voice. lie saw the
crowd gathering around, and he kept back the
flood mounting TO his eyes. His voice was
stihed with emotion, and, choking, he said,-
Let US go to my room." They assisted him
up the stairs into the room, and on the neck
of Maynard the parson wept Tor sorrows past
and joys which had come -