The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1876-07-05
RUTLEDGE LETTER.
Republican in Convention.


To the Editor of the Morristown Gazette:
| Not long. since. that, is to say, on
the 9Th of June. in the year of Our
| Lord, 1876, the Chairman of the Re-
/ pablican Committee said, LET there
be a Convention of the people" etc.
Tt is said the Convention met in the
top ~f the Courthouse, Report fur
ther goes on to say that it was a
very harmonious meeting. After
kissing and shaking hands all round
his Honor, Judge Randolph, was put
down as their choice for Congress.
Thereupon one of the brethren rose
upon the floor, and plaster, and dirt,
and commenced to speak. Pointing
with his long bony forefnger back
over the Secretary's head, and with
a voice deep and full of emotion, like
the prophet in the wandering Jew.
he declared, "Lo, / see the hand
writing on the WALL" and tottered
from the room, leaving his brathren
behind to do the best they could.
AS to county officers, it was agreed
that all might run who wasn't too
poor to strike a trot; at which some
crawled down and hid. I would have
sent this report before, but thought
the, Secretary would publish it; but
it. seems he didn't. He can't be
blamed much though, for that hand
writing would have scared more
hardened veteran than he is. And /
reckon, too, he thought the publica-
ton on the wall would answer every |
purpose. so mote it be-
We had a.lecture here last night,
on the wonders of Chemistry. Prof !
Van Fosson can tell things. He said
he could split up the air. Now, we
didn't believe that-not much-but
had to at last. Some one brought
him a bottle of air from the Court
house. He took it and chased it
round and round, and then-truth, |
sir every word of it gospel truth;
ask DR.. Pierce if it in't-yes, then |
he said this contains words and |
scenes, as follows: A stranger
stepped into the Post-office here,
and, looking round, spied our fat,
low-statured friend. brother Tate;
then holding out his hand, " "Howdy !
do sir? Maj. Grigsby, presume
glad to see you ''I'm not Joe.
Grigsby. you old fool; my names
Tate-AIlen Senter Tate; I'm Clerk
of this Court, 1 am, sir. You ask
Jim. Randolph if amt. Here, sir,
just look here, don't you see my |
bonds?" Hereupon some friends in
terposed, and the. stranger Slipped /
out, declaring he didn't mean any
thing that he must find Joe. and |
explain he hoped he wouldn't be |
mad. That was the wind up of the /
lecture. The crowd went off salts
fed that Chemistry was all of it on
a greasy pole, anyhow.
jim. Clark do you know jim?
Well, he's down here. He got hold !
of brush the other day. and he's
been smearing something sorter blue
all over the inside Of the Courthouse.
| don't know what he means. He |
seems determined to do something
or something else. Jim. says he
going to fix the Judges chair, and
he hopes his Honor will be exceed
ingly well pleased. You see
The Judge and Jim old cronies, they
Have often met on many a day;
For friendships chain by far than loves /
The stronger hath bound these trusting
Doves. a57ss
Rumor says Sam Jones was told |
to go out hunting some Squire told
him to go. Well, he went down on
Clinch mountain and hunted, and he
found his game. lie showed them /
to Squire Curl, and the Squire told |
HIM TO take them up home with him
and keep them to serve up to Judge !
Randolph next August. So you can
tell the Judge the next time you
see him that theresis a whole meal |
for him when he comes.
The Sabbath Schools of this coun-
ty will have big day on the Fourth |
Of July. Report says Judge Barton
intends to be here and get off a
speech. Come on, Judge. we want
to hear you. CoRDoF.