Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1873-03-08
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1t occurred TO Tennessee orator, not
long since, to close an eloquent peroration
by referring 10 the corpse of murdered
man as dying wrapped in the soliloquy of
his own BLOOD"
Scores of ladies and children gathered
about the State House yesterday afternoon
to witness the balloon ascension, advertised
for four o'clock. And the balloon didn't
go up.
And now they tell of an East Tennessee
hunter who attended religious service a
short time ago, where DR.. Baird, of this
city, of1iciated. The subject of the dis
course was the loading of Noah's ark. The
s'mighty Nimrod" slumbered peaceful
ly until the minister made a rather en-
phatic allusion 10 "the beautiful DEER"
when the hunter jumped up with an excla-
nation Of "Where Is it?" Where is it?
Just wait till git my gun!" They waited.
1t happened under "the old regime" A
bright little nine year old Nashville girl was
playing in the hall. Her short, curly hair
was in wild state of confusion, and she
had taken off one shoe, which she was drag
ging over the floor by the strings. The
door bell rang, and as there was no servant
near, the little maiden opened the door.
On the steps stood fashionabley dressed
lady, "Here, little girl" said she, stake my
card to your mistress" The 'little girl"
is now young lady, and tells thu story
herself.
Passing up Union street during the rain
last evening, the writer met party consist
ing of a father, mother and daughter, hurry
ing homewards, and he blushed for bis sex
when he saw that the old gentleman de-
voted his whole time and attention to
sheltering his glossy tile with his umbrella,
leaving his dear wife and precious daugh-
ter to Their own devices. When the party
reached home, and the ladies discovered
that their hats were ruined, it is not at all
probable that they made times lively for
the head of the house-oh no not at all,
but for all that, we are thankful we didn't
stand in his shoes last night.
If there is any one accomplishment upon
which the writer especially prides himself,
1t is his ability as singer. 1t is not an
unusual thing for him in his distracted mo-
ments to gush forth in a perfect torrent OF
melody. On such occasions, his fellow
occupants of the editorial room always
vacate the apartment. They don't like to
listen to such exquisite music without pay
ing for ii, and the writer cannot tolerate
the idea of singing for filthy lucre. Yester-
day afternoon be was waruling a "sEeet
thing" when be was suddenly interrupted
81 lady who asked "What is that from? "
She was informed that it was from "The
Barber of Seville" "Ohl" she responded,
HThat explains it, knew it was some bar
barous thing" Some people have no ear
for music.
In the masgue festivities in Memphis, one
of the most striking figures in the process
sion of birds was a goose which waddled
along as natural as life. Inquiries regard
ing the superb actor proved the supposed
goose to be the funny man of the Nashville
UNION AND AMERICAN, who was visiting
the city. As soon as known, be didn't get
any credit for acting his part, though
st. Louis Journal. .lE.
The Journal man had made his arrange
ments to be present on that occ ason, also,
expecting to be disguised as wolf in
sleeps clothing. He had proceeded as
far as the levee, with bis wardrobe done up
in bandana handkerchief, when just as he
was stepping on the boat, the Sheriff enter
ed into conversation with him. The man
of the law was earnest and emphatic in his
entreaties to the man of the pencil not to
leave the city. He spoke of the poverty
stricken family of the latter; he dwelt
upon the dangers ofriver navigation; he al
luded, in feeling terms, to the shadow of
gloom which would rest like an incubus
over the city during the Journal mans alb
sence; he predicted a large falling off in the
list of the paper; he spoke of
The love and regard his friends had for him,
painting in glowing colors the sollcitude
they would have for his safety. But in
vain. The Journal man was as stubborn
as mule, and he said he was going TO
prosecute that little enterprise to the end,if
i cost him dollar and half to do it.
Finally the Sheriff mentioned his own cat
for him, and then that newspa-
per chap wilted. Throwing his arms about
he neck of the official, he burst into tears,
"Lead on, l win follow" Aud
hats why the Journal mar didn't join in
he Mardi Gras procession at Memphis.