Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1866-09-18
Asa Hartz to Brick Pomerov,

ACd IdI GA W DGlUk 1On6rOV,
Peerless Brick: have returned from the
Philadelphia Convention. 1 am at home.
From having been subjugated sovereignty
L am now reconstructed cuss | know mn
North, no South, no East no West, know
nothing.
Except that the Union is preserved in its
integrity, A. j. engineers the machinery and
the country is saved.
The Convention, my dear Brick. was bio
thing. South Carolina and Massachusetts
entered arm in arm everybody cried and
hugged everybody else 1 cried too, and
Went into the htgging business generally.
commenced on young female patriot of
America, and rather liked it. Went and
hugsed again. Then she wept. Didn't
wish to be considered too. special in nv hug
Slrg, and turned my attention to a LARGE
sized delegate from Vermont! 1t wasn't So
pleasant, but then l was hGftSonizing and
reconstructing. Continued to weep and hue
aud feel good. Forgot, in the excess Of
patriotic feeling, that Mr.. Davis was prevented
by physical weakness and other causes. at
Fortress Monroe, from being present to enjoy
the scene and help harmonize, weep. lIuo
and help reconstruct.
Others, from Dixie, seemed to forget it
too.
When your old friend boo alluded, in ga
voice trembling with emotion" to the fra
ternal freeze between Mass and S. c.. It
affected me to tears again, and l wanted tn
hug some more. This time l hid away the
only quarter had in my pocket, and tried
to ind Butler-I wanted to hug him bat he
was absent, my Brick, and thereby went un-
hugged.
felt like lamb that was hankerino to
lie down with
docile; but Pope was in New Mexico, Fight.
ing Joe hadn't come in and Banks was in
New York. Fortunately, the soothing strains
OF Hail Columbia" interspersed with Dixie"
from patriotic collection of fifty pieces of
harmonious brass, stole upon my senses. and
1 grew calmer.
looked around the eight thousand pairs
Of eyes, to see if any of the Iachrymal was
molstening the cheeks of Fernando and Clem.
but they were not participating. nv Brick
They were too Lazaruses, who were beinp
dry'nursed in the bosom of some political
patriarch, "atar off" Each had 6andana,
with which he wiped away the gushing tear.
drops that started, unbidden, from the loaded
heart: They hadn't on the wedding garments,
my Brick, and failed to show their tickets
before the doors were closed.
But they wept and huggcd.
turned again to your friend Doc. TIE
: too Is brick; and, on this occasion. a Phil.
adelphla brick. AS a speakist he is good
HIS reference to the little trivial incident in
which South Carolina fired the first gun. and
Massachusetts, shed the first claret, was hannv
aud set Orr and Crouch to ruminot;ngF FFT, ~
the scenes of the past. However, they looked
at each other, smiled, wept, hugged aoain
and were inefably happy. But when Doc
proclaimed the glad tldings that peace had
returned, and has brought her knitting with
her to stay week, the applause was deafenine.
massachusetts, and South Carolina locked
arms again-became Siamese twins forever
and reminded me of the beautiful sentiment
taught by Miss Parthenia's mother, CslirbtIv
altered, however,:
Two souls with but a single thought:
Two hearts that beat O1e.''
But all things must have an end, my Brick.
and SO had this grand wedding. Henry T
framed the marriage certificate, and then
violated the consistency of his past record hv
voting for it! The bcnediction was pronopnc-
ed; the horns footed, the drums rolled and
the marriage party broke up. Some went
home with dray loads of joy in their bosoms
Joy, because they honestly believed that
they had done good thing. Some went
home, my Brick, to calculate how manv yotaS
Wonid be added to their party as the grand
result. And some, again, went home t1vino,
to shut out from the minds eye spectre
The phantom figure of poor old man
feebly tottering under heavy burden
bearing uncomPlainingly the weighty sing
which belong 10 the failure of revolution
he was called to lead. This week old man
in the attitude of one listening breathlessly
to ths. shouts, the hurrahs aud the haIisluiahs
which marked the marriage. of s., G. and
Mass heralding peace whose blessed beams
cannot penetrate the prison bars or shed its
gentle rays upon the hsEft6f the dying captive!
Po you understand me, my Brick?
Please hug me, eoPYentio9ally, some youne
female patriot Of America, up in Wisconsin
Yours, in conventional way.
ASA HARrz. 3