Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1876-04-29

DEAD DOGs-"MURDER MOST FOUL!w
The smell of dead dogs comes to us
upon every breeze, and the faithful ami
mails weltering in their gore bestrew the
| hill-sides and cucumber the valleys.
Bergh, the great philanthrOpist, is need
ed in these parts and we trust he will put
in his appearance at once. We are lead
to this train of thought by a glance at a
paper or petition filed in the County
Clerks office Ia which over one hundred
citizens "kiss the book" and swear that
their "dOg that was listed" for taxes has
died since the last assessment Some
times pdIida B,ors came IN the usual way,
and nipt in either glorious doghOod or
beautiful Likelihood the unsuspecting ca
nine, or else some mercenary wretch
who loved a dollar better than his fidus
Achatss, struck the blow that consigned
him to the tSmbs. And so the almighty
dollar swings On and around the circle
and like time, the tomb builder, marks
the earth with ruin. Byron said the dog
was his best friend, and there have been
instances when the brave Newfoundland
species would leap into old oceans Hood
and rescued his master from the yeasty
waves, and but the other day the body of
Hastings was found by the act of his
faithful spaniel, who piloted his neigh
bors to where his body slept, in the
ground, but then, with all his usefulness
just weigh his life In the balances with
a silver dollar, yea, greenback shin
plaster, and you win see who first chicks
the BEAM" Ingratitude to man has
made countless millions mourn, and why
should the dog expect that mercy which
we are not able to show to each other?
We once thought the deg law good
thing. We had seen good men, now and
then aneditor, sallying forth with gun
and dog, and thereby depriving his read
ers of those scintillations of wit that
poured light into the benighted minds of
his numerous readers and hiding in the
sylvan shades for the time his weekly lu-
eubrations which oiled the very gudgeons
of Tennessee journalism, but despite the
ruin that must occasionally overtakesan
editor and the unutterable sorrow that
must rend the breasts of his readers du-
ring his absence, we are afraid the dog
law as it stands not only begets perjury
but the still fOuler crime of murder, and
that, too, in the first degree with malice
aforethOught. Let us remember that the
''spirit of the beast goeth downward
and that cup and down" are only rela-
tive terms, and that it is not entirely GER
tain, i'm view of the revelations of Oar
win and other scientists and the various
revolutions of protoplasm, - that in kill
ing a dog we are not putting out the life
of relatiOn-perhaps only our wife's-
but still cousin of a degree not so re-
mote as we have generally understood it.
Now some naughty editor may say we
ought to know our own kin, and if he
does he may just prepare pistols and cOf-
fee for two.
With the above sentiments put us down |
for the repeal of the dog law; because if |
1t is allowed to remain on our statutes |
the last cur that ever bayed deep mouthed /
welcome as we drew near home, and the /
poodle that ever yelped at the
moon at the back of negro cabin or
snored through the primrose path of dali
lance in the laps of our luxurious bellies,
will weller in their blood-gore, we
night say, and to round the period, gore
We will say.