Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1866-05-11
PRENTICE ON BRowNLow.

PkENTlCE ON BROWNLOW.
Reader, did you ever read a more
whitening, terrible philippe than the fol-
lowing from the Louisville Journal?
"Parson Brownlow, the irreverend
Governor of Tennessee, has published
one of his characteristic low and dirty
articles about us in the Knoxville Wing.
In that article he has not stated single
truth, or anything approximating to a
truth. Whenever he sits down to abuse
anybody, lies cluster around his pen like
blue-bottle flies around horses ears in
July or August. He lies with his pen,
lies with his tongue, lies with his ges-
lures, lies through every pore Of his yell
low and shriveled hide. Lies issue from
his mouth like the horned locust from
the throat of that other great beast de-
scribed in the Apocalypse. He is prob
ably the father of as many lies as the
horned and tailed master be serves. 5l
"The Parson is now o fierce hooli-
zionist. He goes as far in radicalism as
the lowest and the 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.
X X X 2ra R X afp
/" 1t is most extraordinary and most
disgraccful that any portion of the peo-
pie Of Tennessee, knowing this man as
they all did, voted to make him Govern
or of that State. No other State ever
was afflicted and disgraced and cursed
with such an unmitigated and unmitiga-
BILE, such an unrcdeemed and irrcdeem.
able blackguard as her Chief Magis-
trate. He is parody, caricature, a
broad burlesque on all possible Governors.
He is monstrosity. He is 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 toward 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 be
is but single swine, there are as many
devils in him as there were 10 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 question liz his life-approach
ing no subject but with fierce, bitter
coarse, low and vulgar objurgations
His tongue should be bored through and
through with his own steel pen, heated
red hot.
-" This man, as we have said, calls
himself a clergyman. He holds forth in
the pulpit. 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 discourscs,
to see under how thin disguise he can
venture to curse and swear and BIAS
pheme. He can't offer up prayer in the
house of God without telling the Lord
what an internal scoundrel, id
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. grandfathers. grand
mothers, brothers, sisters, children.
uncles, aunts and nephews of his oppo-
nents. He has sought to strew his whole
path Of life with the dark wrecks Of
wantonly-ruined regulations He has
never had an hours happiness except in
the unhappiness Of others. He has ever
said to evil, be thou my good r He has
always carefully jotted down all that be
heard unfavorable to gentlemen while
protesting to be their friend, SO as to be
ready for the day Of alienation. lie
howls venom, talks venom, coughs
venom, sneezes venom, spits venom,
droops venom, sweats venom, stinks
venom, and distills venom from his
nose. Not the fuliginous exhalations
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 bad friend on earth,
outside Of his own family. No doubt.
there are those who fear him for his
fiendish ferocity, but no human being
not of his own household ever loved or
respected him. He will yet have. his
reward Sowing in wrath, he will reap
in agony. Fury and hate may stihe in
his heart the feeling of remorse for a
time, but Nemesis, with her horrid whip,
will yet scourge him around the whole
orb of being All the hairs upon is
head will seem to him to be snakes, like
the kissing and forked -tongued locks Of
the Eumenides. When he shall retire,
as he soon must, from the noisy and
tumuItuous strifes that have ever en-
gagged and still engage, all his thoughts,
he will not have a solitary, pleasant and
serene memory of the past. On the
contrary, a store Of bitter and desolate
and torturing recolleetions will corrode
and eat up his very heart, until cut of
from all human sympathies, exiIed from
the pale Of all the beautiful genialities of
life, having no friends or companions
around him to soothe him in his moral
and physical solitude, deserted by man
kind, whose enemy he has been, and
loathed by God, whose. holy temples he
has sacrilegiously desecrated by his