Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1882-06-17
from Sancho PanZa.

EDITOR CHRoNICLE:-We American
people love sensation, we must, we
will and we do have it. Last years
sensation was Il sid one; the sacrifice
at the assassin's foul hands of our no
bic President, causing Il wound to our
national government which years
alone can partially heal.
Washington City, with its illustri-
Gus White House and Presidential
honOrs piled from earth to heaven,
could never allure us Gf capacitated)
to seek, or accept, that high (and
should be- honored office. There is Il
corrupt spirit there craving and pant
ing for nOtOriety which actuates its
pOssessOrs to the lowest deeds known
of men. We are ashamed for other
countries to read and learn the pres
ent state OF our once glorious Union.
And our State legislatures, well, my
ink is too white, and the English
language to mild to half express the
vile corruption. But enough of this,
before your readers. conclude me a
defeated candidate for political office.
hate politics worse than all the COM
bined plaques of Egypt; and when Il
begin to discuss the all-abSOrbing
theme, III vain hope of changing the
subject, we make some of the follow
ing ridiculous inquiries: "Mr. Jones,
did you ever see an army worm? Mr.
Smith, do your wife's chickens cry
much these cold, rainy days? Mr..
Brown, does your horse trot or pace ?"
&c.
But to my text, sensation, our last
sensation was Il pleasant one. Jesse
James importune picture busting,
with the treacherOus Ford boys well
armed at his back, was indeed fOrtu-
nate. They did a good deed, lured 10y
mean motives. We think it an out
rage that such n bandit should have
been hOnored with five hundred dol
lar collin, and that too, 10y the officials
of St Joseph. 1t was n liberality, but
he has leveled his last revolver at the
vitalS of innocent men; gathered up
his last stolen treasure, and hears no
more the Gathering hoof of his fast re-
treating steed over the Western hills.
Betrayed bandit! rest ON, your corrupt
body in the undeserved five hundred
dollar coffin; while your evil spirit
wanders whithersOevcr Il just God hath
sent it.
What will be our next sensation?
A near future whispers: "The hang
ing of Chas. j. Guiteau." Poor fellow,
while we censure we sympatiae. Since
reading the Giles Co hanging of Rhea
a few weeks ago, we are more than
ever opposed to public executions, es-
pecially hanging. Why could not the
guillotine he used in this age and
country? 1t would be equally intimi-
dating and much more civilized. An
unpleasant subject aside, and word
on two to our brother correspondents
OF the CHRONICLE.
Surely Bro. Stephens lot has been
cast in a goodly land, as each letter
contains an account OF n wedding, Il
feast or something of the kind among
the Southside brethren. Don't frying
chickens take refuge in the highest
weeds of the poultry yard when he
rides up2
Where is Bro. Cullom? have not
read from him in some time. How
we would like to hear him sing one of
his good old songs.
Long Bill of Bakers camp-grOund
neighborhood, o how eloquently he
wrote of those Oriental hills, dew
kissed flowers and sparkling waters of
Parsons creek" Perhaps, he is, from
lovely descriptions, trying to allure
some distant Dulcinea to his beautiful
land To her we Will say, he writes
not falsely. Success to him. For this
time, pleasant goodbye to you all.
Yours, in faithful squireship,
SANCHo PANZA.
Home. June 6. 1882.