The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1866-05-26
Brownlow on Prentice and Vice Yer.
sa-Twe Old WING Churns Draw
inu Each Others, Portraits. u


George D. Prentice! the embodiment
of all that is mercenary, lntemperate
and. corrupt George D. Prentice the
buttcut of Original Sin, the upper-crust
off all nastiness-a miserable old broken
down hack, stepped to the nose and chin
in personal and political profigacy, lost
to all sense of homer and shame, and
blind to all the obligations OF patriot
ism" ~ ~ -T..,.-.9 5,a..I-eg ..'
Prentice retorts after the following
style: .lss5a a'.tile7fl C 2. z
aOld Governor Browniow, after keep.
ing the filthy hole in his face shut for
weeks, comes out with another attack
upon us in his Knoxville Whig, which
has ever been q disgrace to Knoxville
to Tennessee, to civilization and to IN
civilization. He never had mind enough
to keep his body from rotting-conse.
uuently he has always been mass OF
putrefaction; he has never had sufficient
common sense to last him over night, so
that he wakes up miserable fool every
morning; and this last effort of his in
his WHO is the poorest, the feeblest, the
ieiunest, the most contemplate that we
have seen even from him. 1t doesn't
rise even to the low level of invective.
There is no more talent In the writing
than in the scratchings of dung.hill
fowl upon dung-hill. 1t is mere con-
tatenation of vulgar epithets and lies
vile lies for which there is not 80 much
as the thin and shadowy ghost of pre-
text. 1t is the simple raving of . bro
ken-down, Infatuated and weak old man
or NO man-so weak, that, like the lean
| dog we read of, he has to lean against a
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 be-
fore him, but not much before him, it is
to be hoped, for mankind's sake. He has
no right to be still haunting the Gimp
SEES Of the moon He is a loathsome
fstula of the body polite. He is a
NANCY old dog-a disgrace to his own
fleas. He is a foul bubble floating on
the surface of a tess-pool
ut it pretty extensively believed in
Nashville that Brownlow is insane. We
don't believe it. Insanity has been de-
fined to be the ENHANCEMENT Of
thoughts, but he hasn't thoughts enough
to make tangle 'Tis a pity for him
that he isn't insane, for it would be the
only excuse, inter mental imbecility ex-
cepted, for the disgrace he is inficting
upon the State in which he dwells. He
calls himself man of God. He profess
ses to be messenger of peace and good
will to men He holds himself up or
out as saint ordained and anointed to
establish the spirit of Christianity
among mankind. But he has ever pro
NOTED strifes and fights and bloodshed
in neighsorhoods. He has been pest,
an itch, leprosy, a yellow plague in
every community. He has distilled
venom like human bohun 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 sermons, or his prayers, or his ex-
hortations, or his talk at death-beds,
than in the ceilings of hyenas, the ours
ings of pirates, or the objurgations of
harlots He has desecrated the house of
God as much by his blasphemies as if he
used them in treating his congregation
to apple jack. 1t is a wonder that in his
pulpit he has never been transfxed by
the forked arrows of Gods vengance-
He processes to guide men to heaven and
curses them to hell. He would go for
universal damnatien, provided he could
be exempted himself In his black robes
and white cravat, he might remind one
of q black snake with a white streak
around his neck.
What sn infinitely miserable old
man this must be. He never did gen.
erous or kind thing in his life. He was
ever meditating the qualification of his
malice. He has ever been seeking to
steal upon his unsuspeoting neighbors
like hungry cat upon bird. Every
man has deadly antipathy to him
They say there are some men who have
such an antipathy to black cats that
they instinctively know if one is within
a hundred yards of them in the darkest
night, and we are sure that decent
people would reconize his proximity at
twice that distance. He can have no
healthful slumber-only commissions.
The whole of the beautiful world-sky,
earth and sea-must be as black as Ere
bus to his eyes Every sound must be
to his ears like 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 dose of internal
birthstone. The poor old wretch must
feel terrible remorse. He must feel as if
his ribs were red hot grid irons broiling
his entrails. If every malignant and
accursed lie he has told were q coal of
fire upon his body, he would writhe and
twist under taller mountain of flame
than ever the old Titans did His heart
is as black as ten thousand devils. He
sees behind him only the mounds over
buried victims, and before-only the
Dead Sea of Despair. Heaven, earth
and hell abhor hini-though the latter
will somehow manage to gulp him down.
His very face looks like that of dead
man who, installing a boys footing
horn for Gabriel's 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 Gov.
ernor
" With one hand clenched to batter noses
While tother scrawls bout Paul and Moses"
In no instance is the duplicity of the
Radicals more transparant than in THAR