Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1874-03-07
MRS. WARD.
Mrs. ward DeGes the Temperance
Women and Exercises the Cold
Winter Ghosts.

Mrs. ward DeGes the Temperene,
Winter Ghosts.
A Greenville, Tennessee, Bohemian
writes the following concerning the
whisky war at Greehville, East Tennes
see, the home of A. Johnson, Esq:
Mrs. Wards banner of defiance yet
hangs on the outside wall of her citadel
and, in the bright morning sun, shine
the white pavilions of the feminine cru
saders. 1t was two weeks ago, to-day
that the women commenced the invest
ment OF the Milesian danes saloon
All these days the breezy call OF in
breathing morn has summoned
the matin warriors from deep dreams ol
peace 70 where the smoke and shout OIL
battle rolled. And on the martial field
their spears of prayer have shaken, and
their falchions of praise flashed amain,
all through the live.long day, and until
utter darkness closed her wing Then,
when the solemn notes of the old church
bell called them to counsel with their
chaplains, the vesper warriors, raised
the siege till morning.
Yesterday was quiet, the law and the
gospel too compelling an armistice.
Early this morning your correspon-
dent was astlr The suns disc, stand
ing on tip-toe on the misty mountain
top, gave promise of natures kindli.
ness, in general spring day. The light
stole upon the clouds with a strange
beauty. But all things are sad to sor.
row, and the light and loveliness and
fragrant air were sad to me, as thought
of the stern conflict to which |, as in
duty bound, was Fastening. / knew
that though all nature smiled, there
would be no dearth of woman's tears
and l longed for the time when, Mrs.
Ward conquered, rapture should again
light the eyes OF all the mourning daugh'
ters of Greeneville. t
AsI neared the now famous field o.
strife, / could hear the noise of the con
Aict even then progressing. The hills
and the valleys we're vocal with the
hymns of the feminine crusaders. Com
ing to the crest of the hill o'ertoppinl
the martial scene, / deserted an unusua
movement among the shifting lines o
the besiegers. For moment l though
L1c "A AmhLOildu WdAAtOho WSAO -
But soon was convinced that in theil
resolute hearts no thought was there o
bastard fight. Bringing my field glas
to bear, perceived that they were open
| ing their line OF battle to receive ful
battalion of fresh feminines, whose col
ors was not familiar with. Afterward
/ learned that the reinforcement con
sisted Of twenty ladies from the neigh
borhood Of HeHderson's, a station ST.
miles from Greenville, whe. learning
from my bulletins to your journal, ofth'
vigorous assaults and partial successe
of the Celtic Joan of Arc, had taken tn
first train for the field of glory and 0
strife.
Needless to say, the besiegers receive,
them with glad JOY. A louder and ye
louder strain of tuneful notes of prais
rose like peal Of thunder and rever
berated all the crags among. Curiously
} / gazed toRee what Mrs. Ward would do
There was her ample grenadier form
standing on the rampant of her long hell
citadel There was FIRE in her eye an'
: swiftly running out her deep-mouthe,
cannon, she belched forth taunt and in
vective, with canisters of brogue. Thl
crusaders louder raised their battle hymn
/. Of glory, glory, hallelujah, an'
seemed inspired for the attack. Neve
saw l promise yet Of such fearful fray
Cannon Of prayer to right Of me, can