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Description: A Remarkably Nervous Man - E. T. JohnsonDate: March 9 1885
Newspaper published in: Huntsville, AL
Source: Madison County, AL Library
Page/Column: Page 2, Column 1
A Remarkably Nervous Man
It would seem that E. T. Johnson, who was recently acquitted at Greenville, Tennessee, for the slaying of Col. Henry (Henry had ruined Johnson’s wife and driver her to suicide) is a man of the highest degree of nervous sensibility. The following taken from the Kokomo, Indiana, Gazette, was published some years ago and is a notable piece of highly nervous English:
“E. T. Johnson tried his first case since his resumption of the practice of the law in Kokomo, last week. As is known, his long illness has seriously impaired his hearing, and he was compelled to use a large, uncouth ear trumpet in order to hear the testimony of witnesses and the cross-questioning of the opposing counsel, one of whom was a young attorney, and who took occasion once or twice to be merry over the big tin horn. In his speech Johnson retorted as follows:
“Several times during this trial the gentleman has sneered contemptuously at my infirmity, and at the unsightly ear trumpet it compels me to use. My dear sir, if this trumpet is so distasteful to you, try to imagine how loathsome it is to me. I never look at it without a shudder. My hand never touches it that I do not struggle with the impulse to fling it from me as the most hideous thing on earth. Should you put that trumpet to your ear you would hear sounds that would make your very eyeballs start from their sockets. You would bear the heaving tossing of the most dreadful billows of suffering that ever rolled across a human soul. You would hear groaning unutterable, denoting the agony, physical and mental through which I have passed during the last five years.
“You would bear the fierce shock of a lofty ambition suddenly dethroned and the tumbling and failing of crushed and ruined hopes. Try again, and you may hear the heartbroken cry of a young father as he strained his deaf ears in vain to catch the whispered words of his dying child.
“Jesus Christ—blessed be His holy name!—often wept, but never jeered at the misfortune of humanity. My friend, I know you did not mean what you said, the words came from your lips and not from your heart. And I now give you back your flings, with this assurance: If the heavy hand of misfortune should ever be laid on you, stripping you of your splendid and perfect manhood, in all the wide world no heart will offer you more profound and sincere sympathy than mine.”