Nashville Union And American

THE CANVASS.
JACKSON, Tenn., June 15, 1853.
Messrs Editors: I have just listened to a four hours discussion between Andrew Johnson and G. A. Henry. Andy opened the books to-day, and disclosed to the people fairly and plainly what his course had been through all of his political career so far as the present issues between them are concerned; and also gave his views upon the amendment of the United States Constitution, in reference to the people's voting directly for President, United States Senators, &c. To all of which the vast assembly almost unanimously gave a hearty approval, which you may expect the people to endorse the first Thursday of August next, by increasing the democratic vote in this division of the State.
Never have the democracy of this county been better, if as well pleased, with any selection their party have ever made, as with their standard bearer, Andrew Johnson. Henry answered in a labored, dull, tiresome argument, till his time expired, failing to create that enthusiasm among his party he has always aroused in past times. The familiar cognomen of "Our Gus" seems to have lost, for the time, its euphony and life imparting enthusiasm. When I say to you that Andy is laying the tariff across Gus, I but speak the sentiments of every democrat who heard them to-day. I am sure it is no blind party zeal that forces me into such happy conclusions; for I have heard many influential men of the whig party express themselves, that Johnson was the smarter of the two. "Gus," they say, "was not himself to-day." True, and never will be while Andy is about, with his sling and smooth pebbles, gathered from the rippling brook of a mountain cascade.
Then came Andy's withering reply, which seemed to tell at every turn; closing with a handsome compliment to the ladies, telling them that he would as soon be false to his country, or his God, as to endearing woman; for she it was, who had made him what he was.
Then came "Gus," and made the closing remarks, not in his old familiar bland smile and good humored grin, but with his hackles raised, manifesting to all in his entire reply, that it was a dull drive, a perfect drag. I have seen "Gus" drubbed before, but never saw him show it so plainly before. Both shared the sympathies of the vast assembly; Andy from pure regard, but "Gus" from true pity.
A MECHANIC.