The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-05-26
Prenfioa al Brownlow-No .

Old Governor BrowHl0w, after keeping
the filthy hole IN his face shut for weeks,
comes out with another attack on US in his
Knoxville Wing, which has ever been dis
grace to Knoxville, to Tennessee, to civiliza
ton and to unciviHzation He never had
mind enough to keep his body from rofting
consequently he has always been a mass
of qualification he has never had sufficient
common sense to last him over night so that
he wakes up a miserable fool every morning;
and this last effort Of his in his Whig Is the
poorest, the feeblest, the iejunest, the most
contemplate that we have seen even from
him. 1t does MT rise even to the low level
Of invective There is no more talent in the
writings than in the scratchings of a dung
hill fowl upon dung-hil. It's a mere con
catenatiOn Of vulgar epithets and lies-yile
lies for which there IS not so much as the
thin and shadowy ghost Of pretext 1t is
the simple raving of a broken-down, infuria-
ted and weak old man or Eo man-so weak
that, ike the lean dog that we read of he has
to lean against "A fence to do his barking. III
the little atom of sense he ever had-if he
ever had an atOm-has gone to the grave
before him-hut not much before him it is
TO be hoped for mankind's s sake. He has no
right to be still basng g0tg ssthe glimpses of
the moon lie IS a loathsOme fstua of the
body polite He is a NANCY old dog-a
I y.
bic floating on the surface Of a cess pool.
It is pretty extensively believed in Nash
vile that Brow low is insane. We don't
believe it Insanity has been defined to be
the entanglement of thoughts but he
hasn't thoughts enough to make q tangle
"Tis pity for him that be ism insane, for
it would be the only excuse, utter mental
Imheciiity excepted, for the disgrace be Is
inficting upon the State IN which he dwells
Z ~
/ es TO be a messenger of peace and good will
| to men" He holds himself up or out as a
saint ordained and annoiuted to establish
the spirit of Christianity among mankind.
But he has ever promoted strifes and fights
and blood shed in neigh5OrhOOds. He has
/ been a pest, an itch, a leprOsv, a yellow
/ plague in every community. He has distill-
! ed venom like a human bOhan upas His
tongue has ever been set on fire Of he'll
his heart being the hell to kindle the wag~
ging member Beelzebubs tail is forever
/ coiled like a snake around the old misGre-
ants neck There has never been any more
religion or decencv in his sermons or his
! prayers or his ezhOrtations, or his talk at
! death-beds, than in the yelling of hyenas
! the cursings of pirates, or the ohjurgations
! of harlots He has desecrated the house Of
/ God as much by his basphemes as if he had
/ stolen the sacramental vessels or used them
in treating his congregation to apple-jack.
! 1t is a wonder that IN his pulpit he has never
! oeen transfxed by the fOrked arrows Of
! God $ vengeance lie professed to guide
men to heaven, and curses them to hell lie
would go for universal damnation, pr ,vided
/ he could be exempted himself In his black
robes and white cravat he might remind one
/ Of black snake with white streak around
his neck
What an infinitely miserable old man this
must be. He never did a generous or kind
thing in his life lie was ever meditating
the qualification of his malice. He has ever
! been seeking to steal upon his unsusppctin@
neighbOrs like a hungry cat upon bird
Every man has a deadly antipathy to him.
/ They say there are people who have such
an antipathy to black cats that they instinc-
lively know if one is within hundred yards
of them in the darkest night, and we are sure
that decent people would recognize his prUx-
| unity at twice the distance He can have
no heathful sleep-Only commissions The
whole Of the beautiful world-sky, earth and
| sea-must be as black as Erebus to his eyes.
Every sound must be to his ears like a wall
or shrek of the damned. Every drop of
! rain must hiss upon his burning head. Every
/ breeze must seem to him blasting sirOcco--
every morsel of food a dose of Internal brim-
| stone The poor old wretch must feel terri
! BILE TemOrse. He must feel as If his ribs
were red~hOt gridirOns, bTOiling his entrails
| If every malignant and aecursed lie he has
told were a coal Of fire upon his body, he
would writhe and twist under a taller moun~
tain Of flame than ever the old Titans did
His heart is a. black as ten thousand devils
He sees behind him only the mounds over
the graves Of buried victims and before
only the Dead Sea of Despair Heaven,
earth, end even hell abhor him-thodgh the
latter will somehow manage to gulp him
down. His very face looks like that Of u
dead man. who, mistaking a boys footing
/ horn for Gabriels trumpet has got up for
! Judgment before his time His evil passions
have killed out every semblance of human
nature in his features, If there ever was such
/ a semblance there
People of Tennessee! 10 your Governor! I!
with hand eenchod batter noses