HIS HUNDREDTH YEAR.

Mr. Joseph Williams has been quite feeble for two or three weeks.  He was out on Wednesday of last week, but complains of being on the decline.  It will be remembered that he is in his hundredth year. He attributes much of his frailty now to hard straining in his earlier years.  From the time he was twenty until log rolling ceased to be a custom, he never let his “stick down to any living man.”  Fifty years ago, he built a stone jail at Washington, Tennessee, and from it there has never been an escape except through the entrance.

It was in Rhea county, near Washington, that he joined the Methodist church, July, 1814.  He is ready for the change.  Now that “old age,” as we call it, has given him nearly the longest lease possible, he sums it up as a mere span, and says he would not exchange his hope in future happiness for a title, in fee simple, to North America.  It was to talk with him about the lamented Dr. Lovick Pierce that we sought him on this occasion.  They were good friends many years ago.  Mr. Williams was five years the senior of the minister.  We wish the old soldier the least bodily pain possible, pending his exit.