The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1875-05-13

made no material difference, so far as we
know, in the course of public events, but
the suddenness and violence Of the ExdH1i-
Her's transformation was quite as wonderful
as that Of the agile Mr.. Barzlzs. But now
comes another singular acrobatic feat. The
head devil of the Oranges, g good, honest,
straightforward, sensible man, with leading
representatives of these pious associations,
from which the Examiner draws its subsis-
tence, issues a neat little address. 1t is
plain, sensible, practical, patriotic and non
partisan. In fact, the purpose of the paper
is to prevent the injection Of partisan pas
sion and corruption at this juncture INTO the
Oranges. But the State of Texas is a
farmers State. The State owes its exis-
tence to the farmers; the farmers bear nine
ty-nine hundredths of all burdens imposed
by the State government. Owning the
land, these farmers are anchored here like
can't well get away between two days, and
taxgatherers and bondholders oEays catch
them. These innocent farmers, think
ing they should be recognized in franz
ing the States organic law, with which
parties and politicians and migratory
demagogues should have the least possible
to do-these plain, honest, hard-headed
and hard-handed farmers had the audacity
to declare that they, above all people, were
most interested in giving Texas proper
simple republican government and intended
to see that MEN and not PARTISANS con-
structed the new Constitution. Blissful was
the Examiner. 1t published the Changers
modest, sensible address. With its little
round abdomen bobbing up and down and
Its face suffused with tears of ecstacy the
Examiner went pirouetting around the
street corners and by-ways of Waco waking
echoes of the dreary town while it sang the
praises of Grand Patron Lang. 1t wrote
an eloquent and beautiful parody on Auld
LANG Syne and sigh-ned it and sang it and
the praises of Lang and the Oranges till its
little throat was sore and Waco weary. So
well pleased was the blessed paper with
Lang's nO-partyism that it actually began to
fondle the San Antonio Express to It's gen
tie, heaving, susceptible bosom. 1t was
only ten days ago that the Telegraph or Age
was belaboring the Examiner for this dis
tasteful, not to say disgraceful mesallianee.
In fact the Examiner was almost given
over to hardness of heart and repro
bacy of mind. 1t was deemed
not only the instructed organ of the
Oranges, and of Vicar General Lang, but
an absolute enemy of organized militant
received advices from the capital John
Ireland again pulls the strings, and the
puppet nearly danced its little legs off even
day before yesterday, to an entirely new
flowing of the sweetness of unadulterated
Democracy. 1t forgot Lang, and the
blessed, innocent Oranges, and its first
sweet love for the oily Express, and rushed
frantically, even joyously, into the embraces
of Judge Ireland, and into the nethermost
recesses of unterrifed Democracy. We
don't know how to account for il, and can
only recur to fresh memories of two or
three months ago, when, one bright morn
ing, we looked over toward Waco, and,
projected against the urora-gilded sky, we
beheld the Examiner, rotating in indefinite
space, propelled by an unknown, secret, in
definite force. II shot like fiery meteor
athwart the path of the International. Ire
land and his little cOterie, alone, of all be-
holders, were not amazed. Ireland, we
imagine, is again pulling the ropes, and has
ehoked off poor Lang, and kicked the
helpless Changers out of the Examiners
presence and memory, and thus the
brightest jewel of consistency that flashes
in the sunlight of Texan intelligence is the
blessed Waco Examiner.