Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1856-02-09
4 Star has NOT Fallen!

The gallant game COCKS of Democracy who
honor with their presence the Halls Of the
Capitol having decided by the much dreaded
arm of ~power-physical force-that nights
right, and set the patriotic precedent that the
dictates-the mere wishes of party-nfnst
predominant, and even obliterate the laws OF
our State-tle principles of justice between
man and man, fall crushed to the earth meath
the rough heel OF party despotism-their Iotc
cackle of triumph is answered and re-echoed
from every Democratic dnnghlIl partisan
sheet throughout the State; the clangor arIs-
ing louder from those happy chickens, who,
| living meath the kitchen sInice OF the State
House, wax strong and grow fat on the rich
crumbs that fall INTO their ever gaping beaks
In the Thursday morning Issue Of the 'pure
and incorruptible," the Hon, d. +. KENNELS
/ political life is .laidibare by the soft hind Of.
fwndsAtp and'it "dark spots are pointed at
to the public, who III, vain strain every OPP
teal nerve in the effort to discover ONE bien1-
ish upon his pure political estutcheon. The
Almighty has not given to all men the same
constructed organs Of vision; and if the wire
drawn meIo-dramatic leader of Thursdays
sheet was constructed with no other light
than that which flowed in upon the brain Of
the writer through prisms which gangrene
truth and throw its beaning light c~optemptu-
ously aside-we must pardon him for that
hest Of ~rcasons-there was a famine OF truth
and he lived not in a land of plenty! Com
merce. VIII flow IN upon a land where the ex-
| change of produce is not interdicted, but soon
er must We expect the silks of Marseifles 10
seek a market in the Sahara, than truth ia
force itself into the four walls Of an enclosure
where it is not wanted.
Hom cboagsd the scenc? 1t was in 1910 and
two men III the first glow of youth stood
pledged in the betrothal to that bride, then
made pure and s~potless by the ron will o.
old Hickory,-pure and beautiful she stood
her glowing face not hidden by the deep in
tricate veil of caucus-her noble form tower
ing Ger her adoring multitude Of followers
she waved them on to victory. and theT
: obeyed ! She covered their defeat, and be,
meath her protecting presence, they gathered
their scattered clans, and, recognizing, once
more marched on to victory! Then was she
- pure and spotless. and none were prouder thar
: DUNCAN F. KESNER to wear her colors and
struggle in the political arena as her chosen
D knight-her ~favorite son!
The scene has chansedI and men have
u changed. Who that now gazes upon thu
saualid bedizened form of our mis-named
Democracy can recognize in the dtcrepid bag
the queenly virgin of former days. Wht
that now gaZes upon her polluted form car
turn upon her former followers, and p~ointins
the finger of scorn, truthfuliy say: Shame
upon you!--you have sought stranger god
and deserted your pristine gloryi'
Rather would he not point to her m,nion'
il iniquity az they cling to her form Of cor
~ruption; and whilst they clasp her decay
ing body with one arm, hurting filthy matter
le upon their opponents, tirn from the rotte'
ut carcass of their dseaying tyrant queen2
s, Ny political life is closed! Ye yultures ar
y We not reioiced that the Lion has deserted th
field after tie battle had been fought and wor
' and left you alone in your glory to pluck tn
~ ~Eaurels flom the broWs OF many a hero, who
falling in the harness, left his memory to tn
tender care of demagogues? Are We not gla
i the Eagle will not dispute with you upor
~ and for possession of the iunghilI you hav
raised as a pedestal upon which to place tn
j. corrupt and corrupting form of Democrace ?
in The aalber temple has reeeded from his ga@
N but has ever been within his grasp-bat ii
o. horrible cloud of corruption has ever hung a
ne a bar to his prpgress-and the Vuitures {
or Democracy had rendered tn temple an inf
20 habltation 10; the brave and honest patriot.
ye TIE curtGin has faNca ard until it can ris
III again upon a talTer, purer arena, may Dun
CAN L. KENNER ever keep aIoof from a stag
whose very scenery is followed by the high
handed acts Of the s'chCsen of Democracy.