Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1872-06-01

/ insist that no one cOnversant with the
/ above facts will doubt his railroad talent.
| and we further suggest, for the benefit Of
those whom it may concern, that his great
! services can be had TO agitate any other
railroad enterprise, provided the same
treatment is indefinitely guaranteed
Hence we repeat "sharp fellow that
States" and kindly wish his stomach 4
continuation of those refreshing visits.
which has made glad its waste places in so
satisfactory manner.
CRIME CONFEsSED.-The murderer Of
poor harmless old "Bob Haughton' has
confessed his crime. Lashed by the seor-
pion tongue Of guilty conscience, hunted
by the maddening memory of rocking blood.
and haunted by the tireless ghost Of his
aged victim, "Don Richardo DeTcarueg
could not seal his CHASTITY lips or chain his
terror stricken tongue. COnfusedIy he
owns the foul deed, and then insults an
outraged and sorrow stricken community
by attempting to justify himself. The
edict of the city fathers against the whole
canine race-the fact that dogs sometimes
have hydrophobia and his christiaR duty
to protect his wife and children are all
plead in pIlliatiOn of his cold bIooded As
sassinatioR of the venerable Bob. He even
goes to the shameful extent of asserting
that old Bob had no invitation, either di-
rect or implied, TO visit his house. Never
in all the history Of murder was there so
weak and miserable a defense. The SAN
culinary DeTeague cannot but know, that
even the police, those men Of blood, shrapk
from harming poor old BOb-that the ven
cradle canine he so ruthlessly "done TO
DEATH had not q tooth in his head-tbat
the Old dogs special virtue was love for
women and children, who ALWAYS had a
kind word for him and he an anectionate
''wag' for them, and many a little hand |
has caressed his velvet ears, patted his hon |
est head, and pulled his venerable but |
rather diminutIye tail. But he never in
Sited Bob to his house, and therefore Bob |
was trespassing and deserved death. Shame |
on you! This confession has burned upon |
the escutcEeon Of the DeTeagues a blot |
that ages cannot efface. Old Bob, whose |
whole life was one OF devotion to the inter- |
asts Of others-whose mild and benignant |
;ountenance was Joy to look upon-whOse |
heart lead him ever in the
paths of peace, and whose COSMOPOLITAN
soul scorned to serve one, but embraced ali
men, was never invited to the home of Don
DeTeague. Sir, the memory Of |
his shameless plea will crystalline and be-
come immortal, and in the most distant ages
IF slime to be" will cling to the name of
OeTeague like the shirt of Nessus. With
such pleas Don RIcharde seeks to Justify
before a deeply wronged and weep
ng community. But we tell him that he
stands condemned, and that peace has de-
parted from his soul forever. That re-
lSion, the religion Of charity and love. the
religion OF Lazarus and the good Samari
tan, the religion of our Savior, which |
teaches mercy to all things, a religion that |
DeTeague himself processes, condemns him.
In vain will he essay TO lift psalms for
or cOntrite souls, or wax eIo- /
luent and powerful in prayer amid |
the encOres Of hearty amens, for the |
ghost of the murdered Bob will |
haunt him waking rs well rs sleeping, and |
like the wierd and stern spectre of Banouo. |
Will not down at his bidding. Yes amid |
-HS SAO"uSu "dAAs VI 4hcn5 the Wnlft and |
strife Of business; the peaceful, calm and |
sweet delights of home; the anthems and |
Of the holy Sabbath day-in |
daylight and amid the solemn silence OF the |
Silly night, the venerable form of the muir |
dered Bob will be at his side, gazing with |
reprOachful eyes into his face, .'munching' |
that fatal piece of bread, while his limited
but familiar tail steadily and siruifir,pfI,
points in another direction.