Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-05-07
CuRRENTE

Gle, of three score years and more,
every Saturday morning, freighted
with good things and reading like
an epistle general from the old
home. It has the pre-eminence of
every other paper in this household,
being the first one that u eyes run
through when it comes in company
with others. Many blessings upon
the mailing clerk who so faithfully
pastes my name omit, from week to
week, and upon you, Mr.. Neblett,
for this perpetual token of your
goodwill for me. 70 me the
CHRONICLE has never been a dry
paper, and / congratulate myself
that / have seasoned 1t right highly
at times for the benefit of others.
Whether any of your subscribers
dropped off on that account l know
not, but / do know of quitea num-
Der that held on for that reason, and
that the Chronicle has been growing
in popular favor ever since 1 knew
it.
One of your GAINESVILLE Meth
odists-the best one you have-has
invited me to your District Confer
ence at Springfield, and Brinsfield
seconds the motion. Shall [ go? I
wish 1 could. Haynes gave me the
credit Of getting it to his place, and
promised me that l should have the
best home in Springfield. Is that
so, Haynes?
saw Brinsfield in Nashville yes
terday and had him to dine with
me in the Tennessee kitchen in the
Exposition building. The dinner
vas the best part of the whole clay
out" according to my judgement,
and the wooden m~enagerie next.
The exposition may be a good thing
Il did not see it in that light-but
it has the appearance of having been
opened before everything was in
place. My opinion is, that the ear
ly visitors there will give it a very
bad name, and keep a great many
others from going.
Brinsfield looks well and cheerful
and is still pleased with Port Royal
circuit. He has a lively charge,
and his people have a live preacher.
L dare you to dispute it. was par
ticularly happy to hear from him
that my honored and beloved sue
cessor vas prospecting.
Farming operations have been
moving forward with great rapidity
since winter broke, which celebra-
ted occurrence took place about the
middle of April. These are cotton
planters in these parts. No one
raises tobacco. Could you not. send
me a pipe of tobacco now and then
from down your way! Well if you
know of any body that can spare a
few hands, tell them to leave them
with Henry Pickering for me, and
they will find their way safely to
my pipe. Cotton, you know, won't
do to smoke. Did you ever try it?
Tell Bishop Caldwell that l have
got Pompey yet-Squire is his coun-
try name-and he is the best horse
L have had for many years. He
can draw me up to Nashville. spend
four hours, and get back home to
supper-forty-six miles, round trip.
Kiss the Bishop for me. l prefer it
being done by proxy. II you please.
Jim Pace thought l got badly bit
when I traded for that horse, but he
was nightly out of it, and tessed up
like a man afterwards. l like Pace.
fused to trim his hair every now
and then, and try to make him look
purity, but l never could come it. |
| never could make George Gill purity
either. They are good fellows for
all that. Iwish Icould see them, and
many others in that region around
| about there. Those chickering's, do
you reckon | ever will forget them?
And Cages folks, and Billy Grant,
and Billy Walker, and-well your
paper is not big enough to hold all
the names. I wish [ could take
dinner ut Shaw's next Sunday, or
Links or Ed. Williams or Brew
er's, or Dixon's, or Jake Ramey's,
or Sandy Smith's-but / declare [
must hold up. How is Uncle Evan
Swift getting along? He's a good
one. And that little fellow, John
Wilkerson, as Jim Patrick calls
him, what do you think of him?
And Geo. Brown, and Calvin Pat
rick, and John Dixon, and so forth
and so on. Tell Gus Cooke those
twin boys have been crying a good
deal lately. Wonder if they miss
that two dollar annuity, do you
reckon? Do you ever see John t.
Richardson nowadays ? How
about Collin Roberts? To be sure,
my pen has got the "bulge" on me,
as Gen. Bill Cullom, of Livingston,
was wont to say. Tell everybody
and their folks howdy, and don't
forget to kiss the Bishop for me.
But I am sOrter feared to be impu-
dent to him. Don't let him hit me.
DOUGLASS.
April 80, 1881.
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