The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-07-16
BRIC-A-BRAC.
He takes leave of Poats and talks
Of Statesmen and feted liquor
that he cannot utilize.
> Fditor Of the Morristovn Gazette

To the Editor OF the MorElstoWh O@A0s'0'
The harvest truly is plenteous,
but the laborers don't come till about
9 o'clock. Have just harvested 80
acres of wheat land. and tbs a
shocking sight. From whence
cometh the cookie !? It's a gentle
plant, and multiplyeth exceedingly.
The weather hath been very hot, al
most siroccoish, but bountiful .ains
have refreshed the thirsty earth.
Many an old rooster has essayed
the signal service, and prophesied
by apogee, seven stars, ring round
the moon, boot of owl, and cobweb
on the grass, only TO come to grief.
For the way of the dog day is past
finding out.
Poats suggests I should "keep
COOL In the absence of the adj
pose in P's make up, this may be
practicable, but l am but sinful
man. Poats, my little Trogan, you
wont fight fair, but content yourself
jumping up, in out of the way
places, and yelling "bluejac
Your conduct is extremely repre-
hensible. You're a plumb 'kuros.
gity." The pint" of my argument
was always deferring to public
opinion, which, as journalists Voe
should tolloe0, if eOe wish to Iead.)
that pe were both jackasses, the
one blue. the other gray; but that
gou had to be convinced Of 0Uhat
Everybody aUas conscious. Pint"
secondary-when you first essayed
the iackass role. saw you had all
the elements, but needed instruc'
tions. 1t takes a smart man to
make q iackass of himself, and l
eudeavored to aid you. But you
cant even be first class jackass.
81 charge thee, Cromwell, fling
away ambition "a little word, e'er
/ drop the controversy, out of re-
spect to Helms, who can appreciate
hard ticks dealt in q gentlemauly
manner. In leaving you to your
paragraphs, poetry, lin this you ex-
cell, and peculiarities, l can only
say II we'll 'foh. rumph. umph,
phu.ub, and. hurrak for Mckinney"
What do you think Of the Conk-
ling-Lamar-Vance row? Don't you
believe you and | could behave
better than that, for the penknives,
stationery, and knick nackeries. that
q Senator receives? AS far as brains
are concerned, in sooth. when ex-
amined closely, there isn't such a
discrepancy, after all. Most men
go On say-sos; and a reputation
once gained. few stop to examine
into. Conkling is about so years
old, and, what we term in the North,
a New York yankee, Chat is. from
central N. W He has never been
in any army. Lamar with the clas-
sic baptismaD was born in 1925. and
is "goober grayeller" by birth-a
man evidently of talent and educa-
ton, from his record. He served
in the Confederate army, to quit
his men, and go on a diplomatic
mission. Vance was born in Bun
combe county, classic ground-a
tar heel of the strictest sect. He
is so years of age, and demagogue
of the first class-an aristoCratic
Democrat. Lest this may seem Sc
we're, let me repeat his words, when
addressing his friends. he calls
prosperous times" a 'periOd 90hen
sUhiskey is SC. q glass and sugar
throa0n ill.," Ye. gods what au ut
ter contempt this man must have
had in his heart, for his audience.
Vance's military record corresponds
with Lamar; but in veal or wo,
tempest and calm. sunshine or shad-
ow, he was always Governor OF
North Carolina"
The rose, by any other name.
would smell as sweet. But adds
another poet, a polecat, by any 9th
er name. couldn't smell any worse.
A "whiff," that floats across mine
suggests the above
How pleasant to gather about the
evening meal-the days work done,
mind free from care, the wild cherry
branch swaying to and fro over the
honey dish, two of your boys fight
ing and upsettlng thoir butter milk,
pater familias cycling the combat
ants sternly, while a cloud of bacon
trying hangs over all. The ducks
are waddIiug up the hill; the hop
.oads coming forth from their hiding
places; the bull-bats swoop through |
he sultry air. A scent, smell, an
aroma, a sniff-looks of intelligence
IRE interchanged-and in concert,
Ill exclaimed: "a polecat, by gol-
"" Or, tbs night, you're restless
md rising from your bed, you ap-
,roach the easement. Everything
8 hushed. Peace, OH absolute
,eace, creeps over your soul. You
ook nm at the starry host, and