Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1866-06-21

upon dung.hill. 1t is o mere concstena.
ton of vulgar epithets and lies-vile lies,
for which there is not 80 much as the thin
and shadowy ghost of a pretext. 1t is the
simple raving of broken down, infuriated
weak old man or no man-so weak, that,
like the lean dog We read Of, he has to
lean against fence to do his barking. All
the little atom of sense he ever had-if he
ever had an atom-has gone to the grave
before him-but not much before him it is
to be hoped, for mankind's sake.
BE has no right to be still hunting the
glimpse of the MOON He is loathsome
6stula of the body politio. he is a NANCY
old dog-a disgrace to his own Aeas. He
is foul bubble floating on the surface of a
cesspool.
The poor old devil undertakes to hold us
responsible for what is charged against Mr..
Henderson, the owner of minor interest
in our paper, who is on trial at Nashville for
alleged frauds as mule contractor during
the war. IF the old wretch was not worse
than beast, or two beasts, (he should be
cut up into dozen,) he would not assume
Mr.. Henderson's guilt before it is proved
We have assurances from high sources
that Mr.. Henderson is certain to be hon.
orably acquitted, and we have not a doubt
of it.
he has 10 scruples as to what charges
be makes against men; he always invents
the very worst and most infamous he can
and makes them This is his only rule.
he has no more regard for truth than the
common father Of himself and sin. he
breeds lies as Satan's wives or concubines
breed imps, or as flies breed magots. If
he don't fill the atmosphere around him
with his lies, be couldn't breathe it; he
would die like rat in an exhausted re-
ceiver.
Lies are his meat, bis drink his lodging,
his transportation, his whiskey, his snuff,
his tobacco.
1t is extensively believed in Nashville
that Brownlow is insane. We don't be-
lieve it. Insanity has been defined to
be the ENHANCEMENT Of thought but
be hasn't thoughts enough to make
tsngle.
Tis a pity that he isn't insane, for it
would be the only excuse, utter mental i'm
beoility excepted, for the disgrace he is
inaicting upon the State in which he
dwells he calls himself man Of God.
He processes to be messenger of peace
and good will to men, He holds himself
up or out as saint of Christianity among
mankind. But he has ever promoted
strifes and fights, and bloodshed in neigh,
borhoods.
BE has been pest, an itch, leprosy, a
yellow plague in every community. He
has distilled venom like bohum upas.
His tongue has ever been 'set on fire of
hell;' his heart being the hell to kindle
the wagging member. Beelzebub's tail is
forever coiled like a snake around the old
miscreant's neck. There has never been
any more religion or decency in his ser
mons, or bis prayers, or his exhortations, or
his talk at death beds, than in the yelling
of hyenas, the cursings Of pirates, or the
objurgations of harlots
Heaven, earth, and even hell, abhor him
though the latter will somehow manage
to eulp him down. His very face looks
like that of a dead man, who, mistaking
boys footing horn for Gabriel's trumpet,
has got up for judgement before his time.
His evil passions have killed every sem,
blance of human nature in his features, If
there ever was such semblance there.
People of Tennessee, 10 your Governor :!
"With one hand clenched to batter noses
While t'other scowls bout Paul and Moses"