The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1886-07-31

Delle1 that IL Is only 10 Dc war on
paper after all, and an investiga-
ton will show that Cutting il
treated just as any other offende,
against the peace would be served
Pibroach for Don's "BuiIdoxers.
Editor Collar Chronicle
Among the ancients apolouge or table
was a favorite method of imparting a
truth. Though the custom has long
since fallen into desuetude yet we will
employ it ON the present occasion,
holding that those who have read Mr..
Cameron's startling episode in Grant
parish history will not think it irksome
to read Macaulay's version Of Pilpay's
fable:
"A pios Brahmin, it is written, made
a VOW that on certain day he would
sacrifice sheep, and on the appointed
morning he went forth to buy one.
There lived in his neighborllo0d three
rogues who knew of his vow and laid
a scheme for profiting by it. The first
met him and said, sOh, Brahmin, wilt
thou buy sheepf l have one fit for
sacrifice 1t is for that very purpose, I"
said the holy man, that | came forth
this day. Then the impOstOr opened
a bag aud brought out Of it an unclean
beast, an ugly dog, lame and blind.
Thereupon the Brahmin cried out,
Wretch, who TOUGHEST things impure,
and interest things untrue, callest thou
that cur sheepf Truly answered
the other, it is sheep Of the finest
fleece, aud of the sweetest flesh; oh,
Brahmin, it will be an Offering most
acceptable to the GODS Friend said
the Brahmin, 'eitLer thon or must be
blind Just then one of the accom-
plices came up. praised be the gods,
said this second rogue, that have
been saved the trouble of going to
market for sheep! This is such
sheep as I wanted. For how much
wilt thou sell it = When the Brahmin
heard this his mind waved to and fro,
like one swinging in the air at holy
festival. Sir said he to the new
conner, take heed what thou dost this
is no sheep, but an unclean cur ooh,
Brahmin,' said the new conner, 'thou
art drunk or madr At this time the
third confederate drew near. Let us
ask this man. said the Brahmin, what
the creature is, and l will stand by
what he shall say To this the others
agreed; and the Brahmin called out,
oh stranger. what dost thou call this
beast = Surely, oh Brahmin, said the
knave, it is a fine Sheep Then the
BrahnIin said, surely the gods have
taken away my senses > and he asked
pardon of him who carried the dog,
and bought it for a measure of rice and
. pot of ghee, and offered it to the
gods, who, being wrath at this unclean
sacrifice, smote him with sore disease
IN all his JOINTS"
We will not insult the intelligence of
your readers by appending the implied
moral. Mr.. c. has torn page from
he filthy volume of southern Outrages,
found in the rotten folds of the tradi- |
tionary ''bloody shirt" and attempted
70 fashion it into an argument for the |
'emOval Of our parochial seat of gov
,rnment; but the obsolete instrument |
has proven too unwicldy for the I'M |
'killful hand of the bungling artificer. |
He narrates an incident equally futile !
whether true or false), daubs it with |
he brush of exaggeration, amplifies it |
With few prOsy comments, and calls |
t reason, and would play it off on the
'redulity of the public as such. We
10 not know, and shall not endeavor
% ascertain, the school in which he /
vas taught logic, but we do know that
le has belied his masters or innOvated
IN their precepts. Such namby -pamby |
can only impose ON boys and
Of weak nerves. The
hing he has given us bears NO more
elation to reason than Turkey carpet
loes to picture. There are colors in
he one out of which picture can he
made, and there are words in the other
nut of which reason can be made, but
ombined and arranged as they are the
is m0le-hill of bosh. Like
'ilpay's impostOrs, he has his abetOrs,
nd those who would cry "Oh, Brahmin,
hat is q fine fat Sheep" and lead u
lanking column in his cunning maneu
er, with "other siden communications,
with the main column
n ignorance, fallacy and weakness.
lave we not nOstrils to detect and
yes to perceive that the animal he
Tould offer us is not a vigorous, healthy
heep, but a crippled cur, and NANCY
ne at that I Does the erudite, pseudo
isciple of Aristotle suppose that our
enses have lost their cunning, that we
an not discriminate betweef the