The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1873-12-11


In looking over, a file Of the old STATE
Gasstts for octeber 81, 1866, which we we're
then editing, We have lightedo on the follow
ing article, which We cannot forbear repub.
fishing as appropriate to our present season
of joy and thanksgiving. The dawn which
We then so earnestly craved has come. The
full day Of our emancipation from political
bondage is at hand. The light is growing
brighter and brighter, and the glorioue sun
of Democracy win soon she'd its saign
warmth ard luster throughout ous land
Our patience has been rewarded. We ave
endured unto the end, and we shall low
reap our reward:
HOW LONG BEFoRE DAY.
This question has been often asked under
circumstances Of suffering and sorrow. which
mako the night seem longer and gloomier
than usual, as il it never would end. The
weary watcher by the sick bed, anxiously
looks out for the faint tinge Of light, be
tokening the rosy dawn. The poor ship
wrecked mariner clinging to his plank and
tossed about by the foaming pillows throagh
the long and dreary night, watches with
intense interest the first approach of day,
which by Gods blessing may bring him
succor and relief, Light is ever cheering
and, like the friend OF our heart never SO
welcome and gladstone as after long abserc..
Politically we have been in the night
since the sun Of the Confedoracy went down
in darkness and blood. Notwithstanding
our entire submission and acceptance Of the
situation, our trust in the justice and mercy
/ af not -,
be readmitted into the Union, and restored
to our former rights and privileges under
the constitution, we are still treated as enc
mics, we are slandered and reyiled, we are
watched over and guarded as prisoners ever
ready to escape; no faith is given to our as
sertions, no trust is extended to our honor:
our sufferings are greeted with smiles our
humiliation is met with contempt. The
door is shut in our face, and we are kept
out, not only in the cold, but in the dark
How long will the night lastl When shall
we see the first glimmer Of the coming day!
At times We have fancied that the dawn was
approaching, when a little light, now and
then, broke in upon our darkness; and, for
moment, we have been cheated with
the fattering illusion that our night
was almost past, and that Joy would come
with the morrow. But the light was but
the unsteady, waving sheen Of the Aurora
Borealis, or the more brilliant flash of the
erratic meteor, which passes by, leaving
deeper darkness on its track For awhile
we felt sure that Andrew Johnson, with his
enlarged charity, his noble sense Of justice,
his patriotic devotion to his whole country,
his sagacitY and frmness, was the Morning
| Star, heralding the event OF glorious day.
But though that star still CLEANS in our po-
litical horizon, the object Of many anxious
eyes, the hope of many weary hearts, Il
does not culminate, it remains fixed, and
the night, still heavy and dark, hangs over
US When will the day brealxg When will
the morning come with its sunshine and
gladnessl Patience, patience, say We, We
have born much and can bear more. All is
not lost while our honor remains. Our day
will come at last The darkest time is just
before it. Endure unto the end.