Year: 1864




Correspondence Of the Nashville Union.


/ have felt somewhat embarrassed at
the thought of addressing the editor of
a public journal, as having never writ
ten much for the public eye feel as
much at sea as modest widow about
to get (re) married This is a lonely
and desolate place over which the seven
vials of the Apocalypse must have been
poured The dreary solitude of these
mountain Businesses never yet has
echoed back the dulcet tones of the
church bell, and though this is the
Lords annointed day Of rest, there are
as few signs of its observance as in the
camp of Camanches. Being born of a
pious family sought the companion
ship of Captain Henry Rowland, Chief
Quartermaster of this department, who
being born in Massachusetts and bred
in Chicago, knew the wants of an hum
bic christian, and administered me
some spiritual consolation out Of his
Pocket Companion" AN army version
of the sacred work!


Men from all parts of the habitable
globe are to be met with here. Such
an agglomoration of the human species
never before were grouped in fraternal
unity under one banner, struggling and
laboring in harmonious blenditiOn for a
common cause and freedom Ameri-
cans, Irishoners, Germanians, Scanda-
navians, Scotians, Britanians and Atri-
cans live and die here. All are digni-
fedly presided over by Col W. Krzyz-
anowski [syllabically pr. Kraw-zo-nos-
XII a Polander by birth, and as fine a
gentleman as ever blew the froth off a
mug Next to him, the most noticeable
character l know Of here is Col W. P.
Innes, of the first land last) Michigan
Eng. q Mech. One curious feature
about this man is that he wears VeJy
long hair Ton his head) and believes
that the Caucasian race is equal if not
superior to the African q! His biogra-
pliers having neglected TO record this
of him. have gone out of my way to
make it known. As he has no political
or generalistic aspirations, it Is hoped
it may not rebound to his injury or in
convenience. He owns here, on the
brink of the Tennessee river, a neat
zarkse, a fine brass band and clutch
of game chickens, all Of which he takes
excellent care Of


There being nothing specially ex-
citing to record from this place, and on
this holy Sabbath day, when nature
and the birds seem to have sank in tire
some repose, l deem it no more than
right to communicate to you, and
through you to your young readers,
few pious suggestions that crowd upon
my mind 1t is usual, believe with
Father Jones of the Dispatch to deliver
a moral lecture to his young readers
every Sunday morning Though /
may not have made as many or great
sacrifices for my country as he, it can
not be said that man Of my age-being
an old bachelor in the 'seer and yellow
leaf oflife-has gone and lived through
the world Of years to no good purpose
For myself, have nothing but an hon
orable peace and Heaven TO ambition
for, and though lacking the talent and
polish of Chesterfield, would fain
emulate his precepts.


The SolomOns, Davids, Pauls and Pc
ters of the past were suited only to the
dark and barbarous ages in which
they lived Their fogyism is wholly
inadapted to the present enlightened,
free-thinking nineteenth century. They
knew nor cared nothing for the
dawn Of enlightment that has risen
over the graves of themselves and their
doctrines. Young readers Of the Union
70 you do especially address myself
Remember as you 60 forth into the
world that money makes the man, as
well as the mare, 60 Bear in mind
that if you have plenty money, a good
watch, gold studs in your shirt good
clothes and hat, hair well oiled and part
ed in the rear and front, society and
the ladies viii receive, admire, respect
and caress you, even though your heart .
never cherished a generous impulse,
manly throb OF sincere thought Keep .
neat, well polished boots, and though
you have no more brains than an iron
skillet, you legs will carry you every
where, and your money will be a pass
port 10 the ahome circles Of all well


Al