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BROWNLOW IN CINCINNATI

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Remaining here a few days to recuperate his almost worn-out energies, and receiving many invitations from different cities to lay before the sympathizing public the story of his wrongs, he determined to make a tour through several Northern States. Accordingly on the fourth day of April he was welcomed to the city of Cincinnati, Ohio, in a manner which was worthy of his unswerving patriotism and illustrious fidelity. It was very much doubted whether the Opera House, since it was first opened to the public, ever contained a larger or more refined assemblage than on that evening.

Before the doors were opened, the crowd had commenced to gather on Fourth street, and before half-past seven o'clock, not a vacant seat was to be found in the house, and the aisles and every available spot occupied. Many were unable to obtain even standing room, and left the house. The turnout, considering that the admission fee was fifty cents, must have been very gratifying to the Parson.

The stage was decorated with a number of American flags, and across the front part of it were two rows of chairs, on which were seated the Vice Presidents. Immediately in the rear was a raised platform, on which were seated three hundred and seventy-two boys and girls from the district, intermediate and high schools of the city, who, under the direction of Mr. L. W. Mason, sang the following:

SONG OF WELCOME

All hail! all hail! the here unflinching!

The pure patriot we sing, unwavering and bold,

Who foul treason denounced, and with deeds was still clinching

His strong speech, when vile traitors in numbers untold

Howled hatred demoniac, and madly were clamoring,

His life should be forfeit! triumphantly sing,

And utter the welcome with the tongue's feeble stammering,

The welcome, the warm welcome, our hearts to him bring!

Safe! safe in our midst, we shall hear the man's voice,

That had cowed all his foes, and made us rejoice;

Then hail him again, and forever and aye!

His country he loves, and for it he would die!


Rejoice! rejoice! for freedom is marching

With her power resistless, to punish and crush;

And the Iris of Union will soon be o'erarching

Again our loved country, when its brave children rush

To rescue its life from the demons now seeking

To blot out its name from the nations of earth.

But rather than this, let their black blood be reeking,

Unpitied by earth, so disgraced by their birth.

Thus speaks he, the hero! Then sing with one voice:

We love and revere him, in his presence rejoice!

Then hail him again, and forever and aye!

His country he loves, and for it he would die!


Shortly after eight o'clock Parson Brownlow came upon the stage, leaning upon the arm of Joseph C. Butler, Esq., the President of the Chamber of Commerce.

Mr. Butler, in introducing Mr. Brownlow, said:

Ladies and Gentlemen: – I have been honored with the pleasing duty of inaugurating the ceremonies of this occasion, in introducing a renowned and loyal citizen of our sister State of Tennessee. A State forced by usurpation, fraud and violence into rebellion against a Government that her sons in bygone times have done so much to maintain and establish, and now suffers in being the field of conflict in a desolating civil war. A State recently baptized again into the fold of the Union by the martyr patriots' blood shed upon her soil, and will be confirmed in that fold by continued deeds of heroic daring; within whose limits has been exhibited by her loyal sons as unfaltering devotion and love of country as has ever been displayed in the history of any people. Surrounded by the armed band of desperate and cruel military despots, given up to the mercy of ignorant and vicious mobs, cut off from all communication with and support from a Government they were sacrificing themselves to maintain, these patriots of Tennessee were driven from their homes, suffered in jails, and sealed, when called on, with their lives on the scaffold their devotion to the Union and Constitution established by their fathers. Through a long and weary summer, through the dreary fall and winter, with hearts sickened by many disappointed hopes, they suffered and faithfully endured. And now that the armies of the Union have entered their State, and the flag of freedom once more floats over its capital, may we not hope that the hour of their deliverance is at hand. God grant it may be speedy.

Portrait and Biography of Parson Brownlow, The Tennessee Patriot

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