Year: 1866

From the Louisville Journal, May 13.


Prentice on Brownlow.


Old Gov. Brownlow, after keeping the filthy
hole In his face shut for weeks, comes with an
other attack upon us in his Knoxville Who
which has ever been disgrace to Knoxville,
to Tennessee, to civilization and to unciviliza-
ton. He never had mind enough to keep his
body from rotting consequently he has always
been mass of putrifcation he has never had
sufficient common sense to last him over night,
so that he wakes up a miserable fool every
morning; and this last effort of his in his Wing
is the poorest, the feeblest the jejunest, the
most contemplate that we have seen even from
him. 1t doesn't rise even to the low level of
lnvectlve There is no more talent in the writ
ing than in the scratchings of dung hill fowl
upon a dung hill. 1t is a mere confederation
of vulgar epithets and ies-vile lies for which
there is not so much as the thinnest shadow of
pretext 1t is the simple raving of broken
down, infuriated, and weak old man or no man
so weak, that, like the lean dog we read of,
he has to lean against fence to do his barking.
All the little atom of sense he ever had-if he
ever had an atom-has gone to the grave be-
hoped for mankind s sake. He has no right to
be still haunting ''the glimpses of the noon. =
He is loathsome fstula of the body polite
He is NANCY old dog-a disgrace to his own
tieas. He is foul bubble floating on the sur
face of a cess-pool.





1t is pretty extensively believed in Nashville
that Brownlow is insane. We don't believe it.
Insanity has been defined to be ''the entangle-
ment of thoughts" but he hasn't thoughts e.
nough to make tangle IT'S pity for him
cuse, utter mental imbecility excepted for the
disgrace he is inficting upon the State in which
he dwells He calls himself a man of God
He processes to be messenger of 'peace and
good will to man." He holds himselfup or not
as saint ordained and anointed to establish
the spirit of Christianity among mankind. But
he has ever promoted strifes and fights and
bloodshed in neighborhoods. He has. been
pest, an itch, leprosy, yellow plague in eve
ly community. He has distilled venom like
human bohun upas. His tongue has ever been
'set on fire of hell - his heart being the hell to
kindle the wagging member. Beelzebub's tail
is forever coiled like snake around the old
miscreant's neck. There has never been any
more religion or decency in his sermons or his
prayers or his exhortations or his talk at death
beds, than in the yellings ofhyenas, the cursing
of pirates, or the objurgations of harlots. He
has desecrated the house of God as much by
his blasphemies as if he had stolen the sacre-
mental vessels or used them in treating his con-
gregation to apple-jack. 1t is wonder that in
his pulpit he has never been transfxed by the
forked arrows OF Gods vengeance. He profess
ses to guide men to heaven and curse them to
hell He would go for universal damnation,
provided he could be exempted himself In
his black robes and white cravat, he might re-
mind one of black snake with white streak
around his neck.


What an infinitely miserable old man this
must be. He never did a generous or kind
thing in his life. He has ever meditating the
qualification of his malice. He was ever been
seeking to steal upon his unsuspecting neigh
bors like hungry cat upon bird. Every man
has deadly antipathy to him. They say there
are people who have such an antipathy to black
cats that they instinctively know if one is with
in hundred yards of them in the darkest night,
and we are sure that decent people would recog
nize his proximity at quite that distance. He
can have no healthful slumber-only convul-
sions. The whole of the beautiful world, sky,
earth and sea-must be as black as Erebus to
his eyes. Every sound must be to his ears like
wall or shrek of the damned Every drop of
rain must hiss upon his burning head. Every
breeze must seem to him a blasting sirocco--
every morsel of food dose of internal brim-
stone. The poor old wretch must feel terrible
remorse. He must feel as if his ribs were red
hot gridirons, broiling his entrals. If every
malignant and accursed lie he has told were
coal of fire upon his body, he would writhe and
twist under a taller mountain of fame than ever
the old Titans did. His heart is as black as
ten thousand devils. He sees behind him only
the mounds over the graves of buried victims,
and before-only the Dead Sea of Despair
Heaven, earth, and even hell abhor hm-tho'
the latter will somehow manage to gulp him
down. His very face looks like that Of dead
man, who, mistaking a boys footing horn for
Gabriel's trumpet, has got up for Judgment be-
fore his time. His evil passions have killed out
every semblance of human nature in his features
If there ever was such semblance there


People of Tennessee 10 your Governor


with one hand clenched to batter noses


While 'tother scrawls bout Paul and Moses"