Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1866-06-05
From the LOuisviile Journal. May 49,
Prentice on BroYnlow,

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Old Gov. Brownlow, after keeping the
filthy hole in his face shut for weeks, comes
with another attack upon us in his Knoxville
Wig, which has ever been a disgrace to
Knoxville, toTennessee, to civilization and
to gncivilization. Heuever had mind enough
to keep his body from rotting consequently
he has always been a mass of putritaction
he has never had sufficient common sense to
last him over night, so that he wakes up
miserable fool every morning; and this lsss
effort of his in his IFhig is the poorest, the
teeblest, the jejunest, the most Contemplate
that We have seen even from him. Itdoesu't
rise even to the low leYel of inVective. There
is no more talent in the writing than in the
scratching of dung hill fowl upon dung
hill. 1t is mere confederation of vulgar
epithets and ies-vile lies for which there is
not SO much as the thinnest shadow of a pre-
text. 1t IS the simple raving of broken
down, lnturiated, and weak old man or no
man-so weak, that, like the lean dog VIC
road Of, he has to lean against 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 before him-but not much before
him it is to be hoped for mankind's sake
He has no right to be still haunting 0the
gllmpses of the MOON" He is loathsome
fistula of the body polite. He is NANCY
old deg-a disgrace to his own Aeas. He is
foul bubble floating on the surface of
cess,pool.
1t is pretty extensively believed in Nash
vile that Brownlow is insane. We don't be-
heve 1T. Insanity has been defined to be
"the entanglement0f thoughts" but he hasn't
thoughts enough to make tangle IT'S
pity for him that he isnt insane, for it would
be the only excuse, utter mental imbccility
excepted, for the disgrace he is inAicting
upon the>State in which he dwells Hecnlis
himself man of God. He processes to be a
messenger of ''peace and good will to man"
He holds himself up or not as saint ordained
and Amounted to establish the spirit of
Christianity among mankind, But he has
ever promoted striies and fights and blood
shed in neighborhoods. He has been nest.
an Itch, leprosy, yellow plague in every
community. He has distilled venom like a
human bohun upas. His tongue has ever
been "set on fire of hell" his heart being the
hell to kindle the wagging member. aBeelzc
Dub tai is forever coiled like snake around
the old miscreaut's neck. There has never
been any more religion or deceucy in his SER
mons or his prayers or his celebrations orhis
talk at death beds, than in the yelIiues of
hyenas, the cursing of pirates, or the obiur
cations of harlots He has deseerated the
house of God as much by his blasphemies as
II he had stolen tho sacremental vessels or
used them in treating his congregation to ap-
PieSjack. 1t isS wonder that in his pulpit
he has never been transixed by the forked
arrows OF Gods vengeance. He processes to
guide men to heaven and curse them to hell
he would go for universal damnation, pro
vIded he could be exempted himself In his
black robes and white cravat, he might re-
mind one of black snake with white streak
around his neck.
What an infinitely miserable old man this
must be. He never did a generous or kind
thing in his life. He has ever mcditated the
qualification of his malice. He has cverbeen
seeking to steal upon his unsuspecting neigh
bors like Il hungry cat upon bird. Every
man has deadly antipathy to him They
say there are people who have such an an
,tipathy to black cats that they instinctiveIy
Know IT one is within a hundred yards of
them in the darkest night, and we are sure
that decent people would recognize his rrox
unity at quite that distance. he can have
no hcRlthtul slumber-only commissions. The
whole Of the beautiful world, sky, earth and
sea-must be as black as Erebus to his ewes.
Every sound must be to his ears ike vail
or shrek of the damned Every drop Of
rain must hiss upon his burning head. Every
breeze must seem to him a blasting siroccoE
every morsel of food dose of internal brirn-
stone. The poor old wretch must feel terri
bic remorse. He must feel as if his ribs were
red-hOt gridirons, broiling his entrails. II
every malignant aud accursed lie he has told
were 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 the
graves of buried victims, and before-onIy
the Dead Sea of Despair. Heaven, earth.
and even hell abhor him-though the latter
will somehow manage to gulp him down.
His very face looks like that of dead man.
who, installing boys tooting-ho for Ga
briefs trumpet, has got up for judgment be-
fore his time. His evil passions have killed
out every semblance of human nature in his
features, if there ever was such semblance
there.
People of Tenuesse 10 your Governor
w iih one hand Clenched 10 batter noses
While 'tother scrawls Cout Paul and Moses"