The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1872-11-07
ParsOn BrOwnlOw.

1 tJAt4AA PASs
at is most extraordinary ant
most disgraeeful that any portion
Of the people of Tennessee, knowing
this man as they all did, voted t,
make him Governor of that State
The only excuse must be, that they
were under military law, and so no
free agents in his election. Ne
other State was ever disgraced and
cursed with such an unmitigated
and unmitigable, such an unredeem
ed and unredeemable blackguard a;
her Chief Magistrate. He is paro
dy, a caricatGre, a broad burlesquC
on all possible Governors. He is {
monstrosity. He Isl thing as much
out of nature as Barnum's woody
horse or his giants and dwarfs, OF
his calf with two heads and eight
Iegs-four of them pointing toward
the zenith. His blood, is hellbrotb,
which Satan will one day sup with a
long spoon. They say there is fire
in him, but it is hell fire, every par
ticle of it. Though he is but a sin
gle swine, there are as many devils
in him as there were in the whole
heard that ran violently down a
steep place into the sea- His heart
is nothing but a Kissing knot of Vi
gers, rattlesnakes, cobra and cotton
mouths. He never argued a ques-
ton in his life, approaching. no sub
iect but with fierce, bitter, coarse
low and vulgar objurations. His
tongue should be bored through and
through with his own steel pen,
heated red hot. So
This man, as we have said, calls
himself a clergyman. He holds
forth in pulpits. 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 discourses to see under
how thin a disguise he can venture
to curse and swear and blaspheme.
He can't offer up a prayer in the
house of God without telling the
Lord what an Internal scoundrel,
damned 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, brothers, sis
ters, children, uIcles, aunts and
nephews of his opponents. He has
sought to strew his whole path of
life with the dark wrecks of wanton-
ly ruined regulations. Hehas never
had an hours happiness except in
the unhappiness of others. He has
ever said to Evil, s'be thou my God :"
He has always carefully jotted down
all that he heard unfavorable to
gentlemen, while protesting to be
their friends, so as to be ready for
the day of alienation. He howIs
venom, talks venom, breathes venom,
belches venom, coughs venom,
sneezes venom, spits venom, drinks
venom, sweats venom, stinks venom,
and distills venom from his nose.--
Not all the fuliginous eXhalations
from the bottomless pit, not the fire
and birthstone fumes from the sooty
throat of the Devil, were ever more
and blasting Than his ac-
cursed serpent breath. He never
had a friepd on eartt outside Of his
own family. No doubt. there are
those who fear him for his fendish
ferocitv, but no human being not Of
his own household ever loved and
him. lie win yet have
his reward. Sowing in wrath, he
will reap in agony. Fury and hate
may stife in his heart the feeling Of
remorse1 for a time, but Nemesis,
with her horrid whip, will yet
scourge him around the whole orb
Of being. All the hairs upon his
head will seem to him to be snakes,
like the kissing and forked- tongue
locks Of the Emenidres.. When be
shall retire, as he soon must, from
the noisy and tumulthous striies
that have ever engaged and still en-
gage all his thoughts, he will not
have a solitary pleasant and serene
memory OF the past. On the con
5rary, a store of bitter and desolate
and tortudng recoleetions will cor
rode and eat up his very heart, until
cut of drom all human sympathies,
sxiled from the pale Of all the beau
5iful geninlities of life, having no
friends or companions around to
sooth him in his moral and physical
solitude, deserted by mankind,
whose enemy / c has been; and Ioath-
ed by God, whose holy temples he
has sacriIigiously desecrated by his
horrid mockeries of religion, tester
ing from head TO foot with the pol
.uted and poisonous puddle water in
his veins, standing as ap outcast
and pariah on .he lone desert Of de-
spair, shrinking from the past, ago
nized by the present, aud not daring
10 gaze in the future, beholding in
fancy upon the door Of his own soul
.he words, Hope comes not here
that comes to all, shut out by the [
clouds from every star that !
70 others light the path to the
.omb, and writing under myriad |
;urses and execrations piled like a
mountain OF living Goals upon his
iead, be shall long at last TO make |
ais escape from earth-scareely ask