North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1866-05-02
The Tennessee Pars0n-Governor-.Pr
tice OH Brownlow.
From the Louisville Journal

ernor of Tennessee. has published one of
his Enthusiastically low and dirty articles
about us in the Knoxville Whsg. In that
article he has not stated single truth, or
anythsng approximating to truth
Whenever he sits down to abuse anybody,
lies cluster around his pen like bue-bottle
flies around horses ears in July or Au-
gust. He lies with his pen, lies with his
tongue, lies with his gestures, lies through
every pore of his yellow and shriveled
hide. Lies issue from his mouth like the
horned locusts from the throat of that other
great beast described in the Appeal ypse.
lie is probably the "father" of as many
hes as the horned and tailed master he
serves.
The parson is now a fierce abolitionist.
He goes as far in Radiealism as the lowest
and worst Radical in the nation. He
would gladly bathe his hands and feet, and
wash his face in the blood Of every man
who is not Radical. ...
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II is most extraordinary and most dis
graceful that any portion Of the people of
Tennessee, knowing this man as they all
did, voted to make him Governor of that
State No other State was ever affected
and disgraced and cursed with such an un-
mitigated, such an unredeemed and unre-
deemable blackguard as her Chief-Magis-
trate. He is parody, caricature, a
broad burlesque on all possible governors
He is monstrosty. He is a thing as
much out of nature as Barnum's woolly
horse or his giants and dwarfs, or his calf
with two heads and eight legs-four of the
legs pointing towards the zenith. His
blood is hell broth, which Satan will one
day sup with long spoon. They say
there is fire in him, but it is hellfre, every
particle of it. Though he is but single
swine, there are as many devils in him
as there were in the whole herd that "ran
violently down steep place into the sea-"
His heart is nothing but kissing knot of
vipers, rattlesnakes, cobra, and cotton
mouths. He never argued a question in
his life, approaching no subject but with
fierce, bitter, coarse, low and vulgar OBJ
jurgations. His tongue should be bored
through and through with his own steel
pen, heated red-hot. This man, as we
have said, calls himself clergyman. He
holds forth in puIpits. He breaches, prays
and exhorts, draws down his face, drops
the corners of his mouth, and undertakes
to look sanctimonious. And yet he seems
always trying, in his pulpit-discourses, to
see under how thin disguise he can ven
ture to curse, and swear, aud blasphcme.
He can't offer up prayer in the house of
God without telling the Lord what an in
fernal scoundrel, damned thief or cursed
vagabond, this, that, or the other neighbor
is From his youth up to his old age, he
has had no personal controversies without
attacking the wives, fathers. mothers, grand
fathers, grandmothers, brothers, sisters,
children, uncles, aunts, and nephews of his
opponents. He has sought to strew his
whole path of life with the dark wrecks of
wantonly ruined regulations. He has new
er had an hours happiness except in the
unhappiness of others. He his ever said
to evil, "Be though my good !" He has
always carefully jotted down all that he
heard unfavorable to gentlemen while pro-
Tossing to be their friend, so as to be ready
for the day of alienation. He howls VEN
ON, talks venom, coughs venom, sneezes
venom, spits venom, drools venom, sweats
venom, stinks venom, and distils venom
from his nose. Not the fuligipous exhalta-
tions from the bottomless pit, not the fire
and birthstone fumes from the sooty throat
of the devil, were ever more blighting and
blasting than his accursed serpent-breath.
He never had friend on earth out of
his own family. No doubt there are those
who fear him for his fcndish ferocity. but
DO human being not of his own household
ever loved or respected him. He will
have bis reward. Sowing in wrath, he
Will reap in agony. Fury and hate may
stife in his heart the feeling of remorse
tor time, but Nemesis, with her horrid
whip, will yet scourage him round the
whole orb of being. All the hairs upon
his head will seem to him to be shaken,
like the Kissing and forked tongued locks
of the Eumenides. When he shall retire,
as he soon must, from the noisy and tumul
tuous strifes that have ever engaged and
still engage all his thoughts, he will not
have solitary pleasant and serene memo
ry of the past. On the contrary, a score
of bitter, and desolate, and torturing iecol-
lections will corroGe and eat up his very
heart, until, cut off from all human sympa-
tiles, exiled from the pale of all the beau
tiful genialities of life, having no friends
or companions around him to sooth him in
his moral and physical solitude, deserted
by man, whose enemy he has been, and
lcathed by God, whose holy temples he
has sacIilegiously desecrated by his horrid
mockeries of religion, fostering from lead
to foot with the polluted and poisonous
puddle water in his veins, standing as an
outcast aud pariah on the lone desert of
despair, shrinking from the past, agonized
by the present, and not daring to gaze in
to the future, beholding in fancy upon the
door of his own soul, "Hope comes not
here that comes to al" shut out by mur-
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