Hartford, March, 1875.

Journalism in Tennessee—­[Written about 1871.]

The editor of the Memphis Avalanche swoops thus mildly down upon a correspondent who posted him as a Radical:—­“While he was writing the first word, the middle, dotting his i’s, crossing his t’s, and punching his period, he knew he was concocting a sentence that was saturated with infamy and reeking with falsehood.”—­Exchange.

I was told by the physician that a Southern climate would improve my health, and so I went down to Tennessee, and got a berth on the Morning Glory and Johnson County War-Whoop as associate editor.  When I went on duty I found the chief editor sitting tilted back in a three-legged chair with his feet on a pine table.  There was another pine table in the room and another afflicted chair, and both were half buried under newspapers and scraps and sheets of manuscript.  There was a wooden box of sand, sprinkled with cigar stubs and “old soldiers,” and a stove with a door hanging by its upper hinge.  The chief editor had a long-tailed black cloth frock-coat on, and white linen pants.  His boots were small and neatly blacked.  He wore a ruffled shirt, a large seal-ring, a standing collar of obsolete pattern, and a checkered neckerchief with the ends hanging down.  Date of costume about 1848.  He was smoking a cigar, and trying to think of a word, and in pawing his hair he had rumpled his locks a good deal.  He was scowling fearfully, and I judged that he was concocting a particularly knotty editorial.  He told me to take the exchanges and skim through them and write up the “Spirit of the Tennessee Press,” condensing into the article all of their contents that seemed of interest.

I wrote as follows: 

Spirit of the Tennessee press

The editors of the Semi-Weekly Earthquake evidently labor under a misapprehension with regard to the Dallyhack railroad.  It is not the object of the company to leave Buzzardville off to one side.  On the contrary, they consider it one of the most important points along the line, and consequently can have no desire to slight it.  The gentlemen of the Earthquake will, of course, take pleasure in making the correction.

     John W. Blossom, Esq., the able editor of the Higginsville
     Thunderbolt and Battle Cry of Freedom, arrived in the city
     yesterday.  He is stopping at the Van Buren House.

We observe that our contemporary of the Mud Springs Morning Howl has fallen into the error of supposing that the election of Van Werter is not an established fact, but he will have discovered his mistake before this reminder reaches him, no doubt.  He was doubtless misled by incomplete election returns.

It is pleasant to note that the city of Blathersville is endeavoring to contract with some New York gentlemen to pave its well-nigh impassable