Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-04-24
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George d. Prenti ,e's philippe
Against the Pollft al Reprobate
In 1865.

the old Louisville Journal, on William
G. Brownlw, the article appearing in
1865:
Brownlow was for having all these
horrors perpetrated If the fanatics Of
the North should keep up their war;
fare upon slavery, that is, If they should
do exactly what he himself afterwards,
and very soon afterwards did--and
before slavery was abolished by the
war. DE was for battle of sections
if the Northern fanatics should con-
tinue their elamor; he was for an slli-
ance offensive and defensive, in that
event, between the Southern States
and France or England; be was for
having France place 100000 men at
Chesapeake; he was for taking posses
sion OF the whole Mississippi valley
from the Balize to the Falls os st. An
thony, whipping the Northwestern
States into his Southern Confederaey,
and then turning upon New England
and causing the hurricane of civil war
to rage from Mason and Dixon's line
to the coa-hsheries of the North, and
burning the Northern cities and towns
with the midnight torch. And those
were not his views and resolves as a
hot-headed boy, or a person in the
prime OF life they were the malignant
declarations of white-haired, gray
bearded old man, upwards of fifty, if
not full sixty years of age. They were
the utterances of a preacher, of pre-
tended dispenser of the Gospel of
Christ. of one calling himself man
of Godl No traitors in all the South
have ever exhibited more of the hell
ish spirit of treason than he. He pub
lished the informal language that we
have cited when perhaps no other man
in all the world would have de6led his
mouth or paper with it to save his
neck from the hangman's halter. He
showed himself walking volcano,
with snow upon his peak and all hell
in his bosom.
1t is most extraordinary and most
disgraceful that any portion of the
people of Tennessee, knowing this
man as they did, voted to make him
Governor of that State. Their only
excuse must be, that they were under
military law, aad so not really agents
in his election. No other State was
ever afflicted and disgraced and cursed
with such an unmitigated and unmiti-
| gable, such an unredeemed and ire
deemable BLACKBOARD as her Chief
Magistrate. He is a parody, eariea-
ture, broad burlesque on all possible
/ Governors. He is monstrosity. He
is thing as much out of nature as
| Barnum' S woolly horse or bis giants
and dwarfs or his calf with two heads
and eight legs-four of the legs point
\ ing toward the zenith. His blood is
hell-broth, which Satan will one day
sup with long spoon. They say there
is fire In him, but it is hell-fre, every
particle of it. Though he is but u
single swine, there are as many devils
in him as there were In the whole herd
that ran violently down a steep place
into the sea-" His heart is nothing
but kissing knot of vipers, rattle
snakes, cobra, and eOtton-mOuths.
He never argued question in his life,
approaching no subject but with fierce,
| bitter, coarse, low and vulgar ObjuFga-
tions. His tongue should be bored
through and through with his own
steel-pen, heated red-hot.
This man, as we have said, calls him
self clergyman. He holds forth in
pulpits. He breaches, prays, and ex-
horts, draws down his face, drops the
corners of his mouth, and undertakes
to look sanctimouiOus And yet be
seems always trying in his pulpit dis
courses to see under how thin dis
guise he can venture to curse and
swear and blaspheme He can't offer
up prayer in the house of God with
out 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, grand-fathers,
grand-mothers, brothers, sisters, chill
dren, uncles, aunts, and nepheWs of
his opponents. He has sought to
strew his whole path of life with the
dark wrecks of wantonly-ruined rep
utatiOns. He has never had an hours
happiness except in the unhsppiness
of others He has never said to Evil,
"be thou my good !" He has always
carefully jOtted down all that he heard
unfavorable to gentlemen while pro-
Tossing to be their friend, so as to be
ready for the day Of alienation. He
howls venom, talks venom, breathes
venom, belehes venom, coughs venom,
sneezes venom, spits venom, droOls
venom, sweats venom, stlnks venom,
and distIls venom from his nose. Not
the fuiiginous exhalation from the
bottomless pit, not the fre-and-brim-
stone fumes from the soOty throat of
the Devil, we're ever more blighting
and blasting than his aecursed serpent
breath. He never had a friend on
earth, outside Of his own family. No
doubt there are those who fear him for
his fiendish ferocity, but no human
being not of his own household ever
loved or respected him. He will yet
have his reward. Sowing in wrath, he
will reap in agony. Fury and hate
may stife in his heart the feeling Of
remorse for time, but Nemesis, with
her horrid whip, will yet seourage 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 -tOngued locks Of the Eumeni-
des When he shall retire, as he soon
must, from the noisy and tumultuous
strifes that have ever engaged and still
engage all his thoughts, he will not
have a solitary pleasant and serene
memory of the past On the contrary,
store of bitter and consulate and
torturing recollections will corrode
and eat up his very heart until, cut
off from all human sympathies, exiled
from the pale Of all the beautiful ge-
nialities Of life, having no friends or
companions around him to sOOthe him
in his moral and physical solitude, de-
serted by mankind whose enemy he
has been and loathed by God whose
holy temples he has sacreligiously de-
secrated by his horrid mOckeries Of re-
ligion, fostering from head to footwith
the polluted and poisonous puddle
water in his veins, standingsas an out
cast and pariah on the lone desert Of
, despair, shrinking from the past, ago
nized by the present, and not daring TO
gaze into the future, beholdiug in fancy
upon the door of his own soul the
T words Hope comes not here that
comes to all" shut out by murkiest
| clouds from every star that to others
: lights the path to the tomb, and writh-
| ing under myriad curses aud execra-
. tions piled like a mountain of living
Goals upon his head, he shall long at
J last to make his escape from earth
/ scarcely asking to what more dreadful
{ destiny.