The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-05-25

statement, which was in these words, as we
took them down in our memorandum book
as the physician requested:
My name is Henry Clannard. am
forty-one years old. I am a Methodist
minister-at least was one. I was once
happy and contented, and loved Christ, my
Master, with all the zeal Christian ever
bad. Atlast I grew cold in religion, selfish
and enviOus of the good fortunes of others.
wanted to make money and have some fun.
I had no particular education, so thought
I would be Republican politician. be-
gan by preaching politics from the pulpit,
and praying for the negro. 1t paid me in
money, but lost influence at the Throne
of Grace. But I did not care for that, if I
could only have influence with the Republi-
can party. forgot Christ and became in
terested in the negro. 1 bad influence with
few members of my church and talked
politics with them. was paid by Office
seekers to influence Christians. Sometimes
have made as high as fifteen dollars at an
election for my influence with Christians.
At last / found that politics paid better
than religion, and worked for the chap
laincy of a regiment and got it. Then
let religion go, and went TO war. There
wrote letters home denouncing Democrats
as copperheads. And stole cotton and
silver ware, and pictures, and books, and
dresses for my wife and sisters, and horses
and mules for my brothers, and piano for
the Governor who gave me my commission,
and gold watch for my captain, and lot
of household furniture to send to my colo
mel. And I robbed the soldiers of jelly
And such sent down to them to use in hos.
pitfalls, and had my share of goods stolen
Aom Sanitary fairs, and made lots of money.
Please give me little piece of that pound
ed ice.
The physician gave it to him when he
continued:
But was not happy. drank whisky
with the boys when away from home, and
INDUCED in some excesses not worth men
tiOning, and laid up quite pile of money. +.
And was taken sick while out stealing
cotton from a plantation where a widow
lady lived. had coaxed her negroes to
run away, and they are all dead now.
! When the war was ended came home to
Wisconsin, but could not stay there. SOD
came to Chicago. And grew sick. And
I have got to die. have called on Christ
Il have prayed to God, but somehow I
cannot get relief for my soul. The door of
mercy seems shut against me; forsook re-
ligion for politics, and now God has forsa-
ken me. pray to my Saviour, but he
don't hear me. I talk to this faithful negro
woman-she says eyes, NASSAU and that
is all can get out of her. know can't
live long. feel that am dying. 1 feel
certain that am going to hell. Please
give me little piece more Of ice before I
go. wanSthese things written down as a
warning to others who forget Christ for
politics. feel that the negro can't save
that Christ will not save me. I was un-
faithful to my religion and am forgotten.
was faithful to the negro, but alas, negro
can't help me when I want help-he cam
ease my guilty soul. I am going to hell.
and I know it. I expect to meet many per-
sons there who forgot religion for money
and politics. I do not expect to see you
again in this world or the next, but I wan
this confession printed. Please-give-
me--a-small-small-pieee-of--of---o
--i-c-e -
And thus died the Rev. Henry Clan.
nard!