Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1874-03-01


terry of Bright Eyes but Cant see
the Pledge.
Condensed from the Knoxville Press and Herald.
GREENEvHLE, Feb. 20, noon.-Father
Manon's efforts have proven Intellectual
and the siege continues. All the long
afternoon, yesterday, 6esiegers and beSieged
were active in assault and defence.
-'1DIyIDED WE FALL"
That the besieging force are anxious to
raise the siege is evident, but they are now
divided in council. Some are wholly de
mandatory of the plan of buying Mrs.
Wards liquor. They say it would be a
fatal precedent. Others again believe the
indemnity asked to be exorbitant. These
last affirm that Mrs. Ward is asking for her
liquor the price by the ''drink," and they
Indignantly discountenance the aSsump-
tion that they are in favor of the plan.
Others again, and the preponderating num-
Der of the crusaders, are for peace at any
price. All agree that Mrs. Wards citadel
must not be written down in the annals of
the women's whisky war, as a second
Silistria. Meanwhile the clIaplainS are
busy obtaining contributions ofthe sinews
of the war TO be applied towards the in
demnity fund.
ONLY $500 RAISED.
They have, it is rumored, secured a fund
of $500, and they are confident that Mrs.
Ward will compromise by agreeing TO
capitulatiOn of her citadel on simply being
indemnified for the whisky and fixtures
therein, not insisting upon the purchase of
her house and lot. This morning dawned
still and serene. Arriving in full view Of
the besIegers' camp, / found the feminine
warriors drawn UP in line of battle, and in
their most melodious voices sounding a
brOadside direct against Mrs. Wards de
fenSes. Approaching closer, / distinguished
the peculiar character of the missiles, and
give, as nearly as possible,
THE MELLIFLUoUs MEASURE
Of all the plaques that scourge mankind,
There's none that 30 impaiTs the mind,
As whisky.
What is the source of every i'll.
That does with pain the body fill,
= : OF whisky?
What Is il that some love so well,
For which they do their bodies sell,
And send their very sOuls To he'll?
IT'S Whisky.
What is it poisons all their lives,
And makes them curse and beat their wives?
IT'S Whisky.
What makes chill penury prevail,
Makes widows weep and orphans wall,
And fills the pOOrhOnse and the jail?
IT'S Whisky.
o whisky, thOu art the greatest curse
To soul, to body and to purse
PandOra's box held nothing worse
Than Whisky.
Mrs. Ward returned the salute in prose.
There seems 10 be no present prospect Of
an end to the siege. 1t is thought that
Chattanooga dealers are aiding Mrs. Ward.
Indeed it is apparent that Mrs. Ward can
not be starved out. Time has shown that
she cannot be driven out. All that remains
is to buy her out A force of ladies still
haunt Gass and Campbell, but the result
hinges on Mrs. Wards fate.
The pledge has been handed to every
body in town and generally signed. Few
refuse outright TO yield to the tender plea
of the fair persuaders.
ONE OF OUR ILLCSTRoUs
residents being waylaid by battery of
bright eyes, was presented with the pledge,
but he fanked the innocent danes by en-
tering into a lengthy discussion on "my
policy" as applicable to the present war,
and after an hours entertaining discourse,
the last fatigued dame gently retired, leav-
ing
THE ASTUTE GENTLEMAN
TO go his way unmolested.
As | close, the noise OF the approaching
train only renders still louder the war-cry,
which L have given above, and which seems
to be the fayorite to-day. BoRNEo.