Clarksville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1865-1867, 1866-09-07
ASA HARF2 TO BRICK POMEROY.
NO. XLvIIL

Peerless Brick: have returned from the
Philadelphia Convention I am at home.
From having been subjueatsd sovereign.
ty, ! am now u reconstructed cuss. I know
no North, no South; no East no West know
Nothing.
Except that the Union Is preserved In il
integrity, A. J. engineers the machinery,
and the country is saved.
| The Convention, my dear Brick, was a big
thing. South Catnlina and Massachusetts
entered arm n-arm; everybody cried and
hugged everybody else. cried, too, aud
went into the hugging business generally.
Commenced oh Voting female patriot Of A.
merica, and rather liked it. Wept and hug
ged again. Then she wept. Didn't wish TO
be considered too special in my hugging, and
turned my attention to large sized de eyate
from Vermont. 1t wasn't so pleasant but
then | was harmonizing and reconstructiug.
Continued to weep and hug and feel good:
Forgot in the excess OF patriotic feeling, that
Mr.. Davis was prevented by physical wealei
ness and other causes, at Fortress Monroe,
from being present to enjoy the scene and
help harmonic, weep, hug and reconstruct.
Others, from Dixie, seemed to forget It too!
When your old friend Doc, alluded, in "a
voice trembling with emotion, to the fratori
nal squeeze between Mass and c., II affec-
| ted me to tears again, aud wanted to hug
some more. This time hid away the only
quarter had in my pocke:, and tried to find
Butler-I wanted 10 hug him; but be was
absent my Brick, and thereby went unhug.
ged.
| felt like lamb that was hankeriug To
lie down with some innocent lion, and ,be do
cile; but Pope was in New Mexico, Fighting
Joe hadn't come In, and Banks was In New
York. Fortunately, the soothing strains of
"llail Columbia" interspersed with aDirie,"
from patriotic collection Of fifty peites Of
harmonious brass, stole upon my senses, and
grew calmer.
| ! looked around the eight thousand pair
Of eyes, to see If any of the lachrymal was
moistening the cheeks Of Fernando and Clem.;
but they were not participating, my Brick.
They were two Lazaruses, who were being
dry-nursed in the bosom Of some political
patriarch, 'afar off, Each had bandanna,
with which he wiped away the gushing tear
drops that started unbidden, from the over
loaded heart. They hadn't on the wedding
garments, my Brick and failed to show their
tickets before the doors were closed.
But they wept and hugged. :.
| uEoih W yOuE iTicnu DOO. HQ,
too, is brick and on this occarion, q Phil
adelphia brick. As a speakist h. is good
His reference TO the little trivial incident III
which .. .. fired the first gun, and Mass. shed
the first claret was happy, and set Orr and
Couch to Eliminating on the scenes of tie
past. However, they looked at each other,
smiled, wept hugged again, aud were ineffa!
bly, happy. But when boo proclaimed the
| nlal tiHtnna fhaf haI ~
brought her knitting with her To stag a week, ,
the applause was deafening Mass and 8. G.
locked arms again-became Siamese twins
forever, and reminded me of the beautiful sen.
timent taught by Miss Parthenia's mother.
[slightly altered, however,
1.-TWO souls with but single thought;
Two hearts, that beat as one r.
But all things must have an end, my Brick;
and SO had this grand wedding. Henry ].
framed the marriage certificate, and then vi.
olated the consistency of his past record b$
voting for it The benediction was pronotid.
ced the horns footed, the drums rolled and
the marriage party broke up Some went
home with dray-loads Of joy in their bosoms
Joy, because they honestly believed that
they had done a good thing. Some went
home, my Brick, TO calculate how many votes
would te added to their party as the grand
result. And some, again, went homo trying
to shut out from the minds eye spectre.
The phantom figure Of poor old man fee
bly, tottering under heavy Understanding
uncomplainingly the weighty sins which De-
long to the failure of revolution he was
called TO lead. This weak old man In the at
ttnde of one listening breathlessly to tho
shouts the hurrahs and the hallelujahs Which
marked the marriage offs G. and Mass.-her-
aiding peace whose blessed beams cannot
penetrate the prison bars. or she'd Its geutls
rays upon the heart Of the dying captive:
Do you understand me, my Brick.
Please bug for me, conSentionallS, eors
yourg female patriot Of america, up in Wis.
consin.
Yours, in conventional way,