Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1884-10-04

To the Chronicle:
There is mo time like the old time.
When You and We're young,
When the buds OF April bloss0med,
And the birds offspring time sung"
Lord Palmerston still lives-who
said he was dead ? = and proudly
wears, at Saundersviile, Tenn, that
traditional white vest-a garment
which. In the olden time. used al
ways to be mighty conspicuous and
famous for its spotless purity, but it
is now, alas frequently limp and
soiled, and Jerry Buckley. M. c.
old Talleyrand-calIs its regal own
er I6othLess Knight Of Destiny. This
ancient marine r saw the steamer OF
Fitch sailing up the Delaware in
1880; was special guest Of Fulton
on the "ClermOnt" I'm 1907 when she
made her first trip up tina Hudson ;
he was in Boston when the "Brita-
mia" was frozen in the harbor, and
has recently been on tine "America,"
the fastest vessel afioat. In 1853 he
was second clerk OF the "Minneton-
ka," regular semi-weekly Nash
vile and Paducah packet, COM
manded by Capt. John s. Dashiell-
old BEash. The "TOnka" and
"Linn Boyd" used to depart from
the state Of McCracken every Satur-
day. the one for Cumberland river
and the other for the Tennessee.
Mi Lord, on one trip having been
too often treated by J. Rice Wilson,
the wharf boat clerk. attached his
JnO. Hancock signature to every
dray ticket presented to HIM, and
had his boat half ladened with the
"BOyd's" freight before Bill De
Bake, the mate, discovered the mis-
take. The old rooster right thar
and then was paid of, put into his
little bed, aud hired oyer again
when he got sober.
Old times Old times the gay old times,
When /! was young and free,
III could cry away mino eyes
My tears would flow in vain;
II could waste my heart in signs,
They'd never come again
Old times' Old times the gay old times,
The most popular boat that ever
turned a wheel in the wild Sewanee
was the bully Tyrone. This well.
known packet was built at Louis
willie in 1864. Everything used in
her construction was new with the
exception OF the big bell OF the
Blanche Lewis, and the cabin mir
rOr of the City of Huntsville,
both remarkable for their superior
excellence Her first captain was w.
j. HarmOn-GOd be good to him
and the Bill OF Lading for the first
shipment made on this favOrite
craft was signed by the writer. The
officers, however, who won for the
Tyrone were Tom Harmon, master;
Wash Weaver, clerk Charley To
ney, mate; Fayette SpilIers, pilot
Dick Weston, engineer; Bob Cnlley
carpenter; Jas. Bias Parrish, bar.
keeper, and Sam Smith, steward, a
crew Of gentlemen that had no SUI
periOTs in the performance of their
respective duties, and to whose
chivalrous conduct belong the gIcri-
Gus fame Of this immortal specimen
Of marine architecture.
81 saw from the beach when the morning
wasshining,
A bark DER the waters move gloriOusly on.
1 came when the sun DER that beach was
declining,
The bark was sun there, but the waters were
gone"
Capt. Henry Scott, of Evansville
old Whar-be-yOu ?-saysthat Tom
Moore wrote those lines upon the
hill at ROekDOrt, Ind, when the
Ada HelIman was high and dry on
Scutfle bar town.
Oh, you'll never miss your liquor
Until the jug runs dry.
That's the chorus of Pres. Burne's
favOrite song. Dune Mari and o.
NJ. Blackman have often heard him
sing it.