The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1874-12-03

everything should be restored. Arriving at
his house, Dir. Jones requested that 1IFs. Nj
burg be sent away, vhiehswas done, when
hosts Of goods all over the house, and several
hundred dollars in money, were pointed out
by Niburg, who seemed penitent and not only
willing, but anxious to make all possible
amends for the wrongs be had done his en-
ployers. One of theirunks in which goods
were concealed had false bottom, which
Niburg removed and then delivered the
contents over to the owners. After every
thing had been produced and an invoice
was being taken, and while Mr.. Jones was
out doors, some one came running to him
saying, he is going to shoot himself. Rush
ing in the house, Mr.. Jones arrived just in
time to see him from the door place pistol
in his mouth and fire, when he fen to
the floor. Surgical aid was hastily sum-
moned, and at the time this was
written il was not known whether his
life could be saved or not A few minutes
before Niburg attempted to end his own
existence be was noticed kneeling in prayer,
but no one suspected that he contemplated
self-destruction, though pistol had been
noticed lying on table in the room.
This Isl very startling and sad affair, and
is another evidence of the weakness and
fraiIty Of mankind. Temptation has
brought many a man to shameEnd disgrace,-
who, under other circumstances, might
have went through life honored and re-
spected. trsw 0-1rs
WEST TEXAS. The AFT of the fabulist
who weaves his fabric of gorgeous colors in
the loom Of the Imagination; the;strains Of
the poet who makes nature tributary to his
thought and enriches his theme with the
radiant and vivid hues of the spirit, would
utterly fail to do justice to the charming
and poetic weather, rich with !softness ana
balm, which we are daily permitted to
enjoy. arp 1ole2 I0irF6
The early dawn is ike infancy in the
primal morning Of the world. The aerial
cloud-isIands in the atmosphere, which fresco
the sapphire sky, soar aloft like winged
air-bubhles. and are waited to and fro like
lakes Of molten light, orHoatihe paSilionS
of crimson fire, blushing with every tint
and hue of beauty. The sun, like a yellow
topaz, radiant within itself, self-Iuminous
and emitting heat, light and life through
all its pores, walks IN SFia@ Of iatehsest
light, till darkness, like an interposing veil,
is let down between the fanny centre of the
sky and the planetary surface.
It may be said that West Texas, barring
an occasional and Aeeting blast from the
North, has no winter, but the seasons, in
radiant trinity, perpetually embrace each
other. The sun in succession OF soft lus-
tres, mounts to mid-heaven, and glides to
his setting through mild and dreamy va
pors, which breathe Tranquility Ind rest.
The suffusions of the Western sky are all
suggestive Of divine beatitudes. The out
goings Of the morning and theevening re-
joice together. Here poetry might find its
own celestial abiding place, and joy dwell
with universal Pan in thenarborescent
groves. The soft air melts upon the mind
ike fragrance from ripe grape. The pres
sure of the earth and ether is yielding as
the kiss of love. The visitor leaves this
favored land as a child might leave its
mother-longing to return.