Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1882-02-04
Letter from Limestone.

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Mr.. EDIToB had the pleasure of
spending a short time in the school at Rhea-
town to-day. This school is under the
management and control of the Greeneville
Holston Conference of the M. E. Church,
and is in a very prosperous condition, hav-
ing an enrolment, this session, of 1877 pu-
pills. Rev. J. G. Wright is principal, and is
assisted by Miss Rhoda Inman, both of
whom are graduates of the East Tennessee
Wesleyan University, at Athens. Miss
Florence Donnelly is music teacher. Prof.
Wright is young man, in the full vigor of
early manhood, and seems to be ut home in
the school-room, and he, with his assistants,
are doing a good work in the intellectual
and moral training of the young people of
the surrouning country.
Rheatown is small village, nearly mid
way between Greeneville and Jonesboro,
one mile north of Fullen's Depot, on the e.
T., Va. and Ga. Railroad, and is place of
some note, on account of the business that
has been done and is being done there, but
like all other little towns, and big ones, too,
l suppose, is cursed with lot of scandal
mongers, tale bearers and tattlers, who take
a peculiar delight in defaming their fellows.
This class is composed principally of low,
vicious, illiterate persons, both male and fe-
male, old and young, who do not, or cannot,
read the current news. Consequently, they
manufacture news to suit their own vile, de-
graded tastes, and in SO doing, they neither
spare age, sex or condition, but generally
select some poor, defenseless female as
victim, and then, with a poison
GUS, Shiny mouth, and tongue
set on fire OF hell, they
secretly and insidiously scatter the illusions
of their corrupt hearts far and wide day and
night. And even some men who make some
pretsntions to responsibility engage in this
hellish business. Shame on such! The
assassin who, in the silence of the midnighe
hour, plunges the glittering dagger into the
hearts blood of the sleeping man, sinks into
insignifcance when compared with that man
that, with the shiny tongue of SANDER, would
forever blight the prospects of an aspiring
young lady or gentleman, and cause them
to go in sadness and gloom beneath clouds
of corrow the remainder of life.
MIR. Editor, pardon me for condescending
to notice these low, degraded 'scape pipes
of hell, for they are scattered all over our
country, and are constantly busy IN
their nefariOus work counting their
victims by the thousand, and should be os-
TRACKED, isolated, exiled, to some desert
land, there amid burning sands and scorch-
ing suns to wait until the devil, their father,
makes ready his satanic dominions for their
reception The English language fails to
furnish words to portray this detestable class
of creatures, so will desist. Our citizens
here at Limestone have been busy for the
last month or so building bridges-that is,
doing the wind-work. They can do this in
the stores, around warm stoves, while the
waters are too high to do anything else.
They have built about dozen across Big
Limestone, and are now putting some across
Chuckey River, south of this place. And if
any of your numerous readers wish anything
done in this line they had better make their
orders soon, as they will suspend work as
soon as the waters get low enough to cross
without bridges. For further information,
address Adley & Higgins, (340,) Loafers
Glory, Limestone, East Tenn.
Yours as ever, PETR HAnLEY.