The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1882-11-16
BY EOP NALLA RAGDE, JR.

Twas a day in the lonesome November,
The leaves they were crisped and
The leaves they were whitening and
sere;
IL was the election November
OF nv most immemorial year;
1t was hard by the sad lake of Zemba,
In the Ersning Light region of Bexar--
1t was up by the Salt Lake of Zemba,
On the sheep-dotted prairies of Bexar.
Here then, up a river Titanic,
OF water, roamed with my SOUL
OF water, with Jimmie, my soul.
These were days when my heart was vol
canic
As the scoriac rivers that roll
AS the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate chimes of the pole---
That groan as they roll down Mount
Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.
What a marvel we did not remember!
But our thoughts they were palsied and
Our memories were treacherous and
sere---
For we knew not the month was Novem-
Der,
And we marked not the day of the
year.
(Ah. day of all days in the year
We noted not the lone lake of Zemba---
Though once we had journeyed up
here)--
Remembered not the still lake of Zemba,
Nor the sheep-trampled prairies OF
Bexar.
Before, as the night was seneseent,
And star-dials pointed to morn---
al. al Il I'd nT,
In the line of our route a liquescent
And nebulOus lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with duplicate horn
Wash Jones' sbediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.
And said, "She bodies woe to the Bour-
bon;
When she blinks some orator dies
(Nevermore TO boil over with lies);
She has seen the tears under my turban
On these cheeks where grief never die
And has come past the star of the Bour-
bon,
Topoint us the path to the prize
To the great Congressional prize
Come up, in despite of the Bourbon,
To shine on us out of the skies
Come up through the lair Oftbe Bourbon,
With hope in her luminous eyes,"
| But Jimmie, uplifting his finger,
Said, "This Bourbon star mistrust-
| Her pallor 1 strangely mistrust -
| Oh, hasten l-0h, let us not linger!
oh, fight !-let us fight for we must.
| To get at the CRIB, we must sink her
| From heaven down into the dust
We never will yield till we sink her
Forever down into the dust.
ANONYMOUSLY buried in dust"
| T ranIad- Topas,s orasoapt 10 baa,o,no.
Let us on by its glimmering light!
Let us battle in its crystalline light
| Its Sybilic splendOr is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty tonight:
See it flickers up the sky through the
night
All, we safely may trust to its cleaning,
To tho crib it will lead us Alright,
We safely may trust to a cleaning
That cannot but guide us Alright,
| Since it flickers up to heaven through the
night"
Thus we passed to the head of the river,
Thinking surely the goal we would
make;
That Congressional honors I'd take;
When we got to the source, with shiver,
We were stopped in chilly salt lake
BY bluffs bounding still Dead Sea
lake;
And l said, "What's the name of our
river,
Ending here in this dread briny lake?''
Jim replied, with an 0minous shake,
otis Salt RiUer must rise in this lake. I"
Then it was began to remember
Twas the month when the prone leaves
were sere,
Nike Congressional honOrs for me, ah y
And cried--''It was surely November
On this very day 'tOther year
That 1 jOurneyed-Ij ourneyed up here
That 1 came with you, Jimmie, up
here
On this day of all days in the year.
Now see we're both stranded, for aye,
ah
Well know, now, this salt lake of
Zemba-
This EUening Light region of Bexar-
Well L know, now, this sad lake of
Zemba,
These shsep-nibbled prairies of Bexar."