El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1898-04-11
MORE In SORROW
Than in Anger''-'.Tis True, tits tits
PITY tits True"

contem porary ''The Daily Tines
For long time, and until we under
stood him, We marveied and wondered
Qrettly. But now that we know him,
that we have clearer and better in
sight into his erratic character
sympathise al pity. HIS is in truth a
pitiable spectacle. Not many years
.gone-scarcely more than a decade
oe was the light, the hope, the darling,
he silver tongued orator of the DEM
ocracy of this city and district, their
petted, but now, regret to say, their
spoiled, their crying, their wayward
and unhappy child. He was caressed,
fondled, patted on the back, handled
on the knee of democracy. he ''old
man. the bull of the democratic
woods, became bis sponsor his wet
nurse, at the same time he became his
bant err, and still at the same time his
was the dayl that fatal day. That was
the knell that sounded bis doom. Slow
tortuous, and torturing to be sure but
as sure and deadly as the bre ath of the
upas. His horoscope was cast, bis
brilliant horizon was bounded, his
genius was circumscribed to the uses
and abuses of his wet urse, his sponsor,
his nemesis. He must not be allowed
to outgrow these. Bounds and metes
must be set. The creature must not
grow greater than the CT Gator. He must
not be fed on meat lest he grow too
great. as indeed he might were he free
aud untr ammeled. He must be bound
to the wheel. he must be mOrtgaged
soul and body. And there's the pity
of it, moving spectacle, Genius,
| true genius with madness close allied,
circumscribed, hedged in and about
by an environment against which he
cannot take up arms, nor can flee, nor
can he csjole or propitiate. It
- inexorable. His wings are
must simply succumb, surrender and
come down with splash into the mud
This has soured his sweet ma ure,
until now he ia like un'o Gagged hye-
ma, out with, and snarling and. growl-
ing at all mankind, prowlipg in the
cemeteries, digging up the dust and
bones for toothsome morsel, yet,
long the bid ing of his master, he
faces the narrow confines of his cage.
and at every step the chains chafe and
,lsnk and gall, aud suppressed and
nuttered curses fall upon the listening
ar while he feels and knows that his
loom is sealed. He grows older (but
and obligs tiOns multiply. There are
burrows up n his Intellectual brow,
wrinkles in his peach like cheeks.
His Websterian head, al mighty
dome of mighty thoughts is slightly
-prinkled with grey. One by one his
youthful premise like his hops j. gone
a glimmiripg. He lis DO longer beluti-
dren have come to che, aud bless him.
No one calls him husband, no one
father mot that We know of and now,
we are panied to hear, he is sadly af-
f1icted with dropsy. Dropsical no doubt
m kes him sh;ms cal. Thft kind of
lropsy is bad alse as". Nothing but
he gold cure will haze any effect upon
=, and no u IRE Old can be gotten
i. ON the old m n.
He seems to act not only upon the
theory that all the worlds stage and
he's the driver with scourge and whip
but that al. mankind are stage horses
to be abused and pounded on the back
chance, they kick and knock him off
his perch, which they have lataly been
doing with alarming frequency, the
mud begins to fly, the crashing Of his
teeth, the clsnking of his chains can
be heard for q block; the atmosphere
becomes as blue with bla-phemy as his
soul is with forebodings. His paper,
the mirror of his soul and brain, is
then stepped in filth. His pen, tie
rebbex Il his heart, is dipped in gall
az d NORWOOD. When heis cartOOned
as a live jackass he kicks because his
ears are either too long o. too short to
catch the breath of SANDER, to which
he dares to give voice only in innuendo,
the stiletto of the assassin and coward.
If he was cartooned as q dead eagle
be would kick because talon and beak
had been too short to claw and rend all
mankind. In fact, be is not satisfied
with snything or any body on this mum
dane sphere, aud would probably kick
if he was dying and knew he was going
70 ho iS nd hnnoS
of greatness, at enc time, we'll founded,
veil begun, one by one have vanished.
Little more than a decade ago, with
the prestige Of youth and beauty, q
brilliant and highly cultivated intel
lect. the idol of democracy, q cheerful
morning newspaper, the organ OF the
''old man," and the dominant party,
hundreds of friends, complete plant,
an exclusive news franchise, a rich
banker for q wetnurse and backer, be
should have held down and ornament
ed q seat in congress today. His power
should have been felt througa out the
less than q dozen) should have been
worth q cool $1,000 But where
in fact is he now? Echo answers,
singing mud. It is the curse of med
ievalsm, the tincture of blood. He
cannot progress, he canr OF grow. 1t ia
decadence. He simply goes down and
do VI ,twosteps at a time, and fights and
kicks and s~arls and growls. His sins
unnumbered and unforgiven, he looses
one friend and possession after anoth-
err, until all is gone, and then retires
| into himself and grOwls and snarls, be-
comes a misanthrope, a hypocondriac.
His disease creeps On apace, and then,
it's just over the hill to the infirms ry
and the junk shop TIE curtain falls,
| the lights go out, eXeupt all weepi 'g.
JAMES MARI.
Colonel MARI is not a car didate for
Office. and he does not propose t, allow
1.-THE Tines or any other thing or per-
% to jump upon snd assault him with
impunity. TIE columns of this paper
sre open to the colonel for all de-
fensive purposes, and he is quite able
and willing to take care of himself in
any field.
How changed Charlie Patterson
become in the opinion of the editor OF
the Graphic since that lepislatiOn bee