The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-04-20
A Stroke at Thaddeus. !"


deus" in answer to one of "Briek Pome
roy" attracted my attention. His asser-
tons 1 do not consider orthodox, therefore
[ have assumed the responsibility of cor
recting them. But do not wish ''Brick''
TO misunderstand me, and think 1 have
shouldered the correspondence. Far from
it. Ny only motive is to correct few
statements of which ''Thaddeus' speaks as
follows:
That woman knows just as much about
love as the untutored Arab knows about the
celestial regions This can't be, Thad.,
for love has always been considered mate
in tho human heart. You may take the
most heather tribes, and they may be YER
come by love; and of course woman, in the
civilized and exalted state she occupies,
has love for her ruling. passion. Work,
too" he says, sis a stranger, and never
done, because never begun" Where will
you find class of people more extolled for
industry than the noble hearted ladies of
TENNESSEE There is no cessation from
labor, and will express myself in the Ian
guage of ''old Dorhy' work
can meier be done till judgement day"
Here, Thad., I will enquire Of you if
you have wife (that you can know SO
much about the time the ladies awaken
from their mornings nap, and the hours
required to regulate their toilet)? | don't
believe you have. think you are of the
cold bach'' persuasion-not from Choice
but because no fair damsel ever thought it
would be convenient to take any one so
much the form of old Falstaff for ''foot-
ball"
Thad., what time do you work for
livelihood? From your criticisms l think
you must take your stand on the sidewalks,
to closely observe the passsersby. What
does this avocation profit you per year? I
want the ladies to get up contribution in
your behalf, for your Office as Inspector
General must necessarily engross your
whole attention, and, unless it is very lu-
crative. I know you are scarce of leash, u"
a commodity you think needful for the at
traction of young ladies', whose vocabula
ries have been revised, and the word work
has become obsolete. Let this be as it
may, there is no young lady (thOugh love
is her only motive for her plighted faith)
that sees any convenience in marrying, as
you allege, man that has lived thirty
years and upwards, and never accumulated
enough to keep lady from performing the
services of mental, such as bearing
wood and drawing water Woman was
made help mate for man, to share his
tolls and cares, and such any true and af-
fectionate wife is willing to comply with,
and no one but depraved heart wishes her
to do more.
You Day ''custom makes law" and so
it does, in the eyes of the wicked. where
it is thought glass of wine, not of "cher-
ry,'' will make US happy, very.
Brick, Thad. is trying to persuade you
the ladies of this section are insulted,-
This is utterly false. Though they do not
enjoy your personal acquaintance, they can
Judge of you by your letter, which was
! highly pleasing to them. Now, as I said
before Thad. is, in my opinion. of the cold
BACH persuasion. and discarded lover;
and not knowing how to take revenge, has
thrown his missils at the female sex gener-
ally Don't you know he envies the yodng
bucks of whom he speaks of the young
ladies trying to catch? Alas! his hopes
have departed forever, to all sublunary joys,
and he is compelled to lead life of celiba-
cy. All persons have their idiosypcrasies,
and the depravity of woman is Thad.'s, but
think he is a monomaniac on this subject.
But probably it is natural for him to try to
get up a disturbance, partaking of the
spirit of his namesake and probably kins-
: man, that noisy busting fellow from Penn
sylvania, Thad Stevens, of whom some one
in his dream said that even ''Pluto, in all
his Satanic majesty, was wroth to have
him ask leave for entrance into his regions Of
HI, aud pacing to and fro, perplexed,
across his imperial throne, bethought him
self, and gave him sulphur, matches and
other requisites, to make him hi of his
own, for fear Of his own apartments.
( Ny sympathy is with you, Thad., poor
old bach, and as your race is so near run,
1 will forever after be reticent; but before
giving you up. will commend you to the
! care of "Brick'' in the future, until he shall
see proper to bury you; then would ask
that
Thy grave shall with fresh flowers be drest,
Aud the green turf lie Il lightly on thy breast;
There shall orn her earliest tears bestow-
There the first roses of the year shall blow.
and oTbad >, shall be in comparison with
s'Brick' as Jimpson to an Orange bios