Year: 1872

ed to pray, for prayer is the sole


safeguard of the soul. Then, while


faith and prayer are left, all is no,


lost. Let this be the consolation oj


Laura D. Fair in her dungeon home


=" A Warmoth Democrat,


The cry Of Warmoth Democrat


is about to ruin the State and deliv.


er it, bound hand and foot, over to


the mercies of the Grant party for


four years. We claim to be as true
a Louisianian, as much devoted to


the welfare of its people, as incor-
ruptible in our patriotism, as honor
able in " the ends we aim at" as
the New Orleans Picayune or any Of
those who affect suspicion of our
motives because we can commend
the better acts and intentions of
Governor Warmoth. While we claim
this, and the right to be credited
with sincerity, we claim to have more
political sagacity, and that events
thus far, have proved this fact. The
Baton Rouge Convention 1--WE speak
before the result of its deliberations
are known,) has certainly proved to
the Picayune its error of Judgment
as regards political conventions. The
August Convention will show, on the
contrary, that the Judgment of the
Natchitoches Times has been sound
and sensible. Time proves all things,
and we are willing to abide by the
developments Of the next few weeks.
If we have been wrong in our esti-
mate, our errors shall be be frankly
admitted. If otherwise, let the Pic
ayune have the manliness to do the
same, and without prejudice adopt
the plan which promises the redemp-
ton of the State.


We are not o Warmoth Demo-
crat," except as being liberal enough
to give him credit where credit is due.
We do not propose to reward"
Governor Warmoth, nor to elevate
him, nor to depress him, nor to drive
him from the State, nor to hang him
to a lamp post, nor to make him
Governor for the next four years,
nor to send him to the United States
Senate, nor to follow him, nor to
lead him. We are working for the
redemption of Louisiana and her
people from the thraldom of radical
misrule. If Governor Warmoth will
assist us, let us accept his help, if he
stands in our way, let us thrust him
aside.


The upper and neither millstones
of political despotism have ground
all mere sentiment out of our heart.
We look coldly at facts as they exist,
and accept the best prospective con-
dition possible. The head rules ::
political wisdom must guide us to
the haven of safety if we ever reach
it. Names are nothing !; men are
nothing, except as they are good, bad
villianously bad. We are now in the
" slough Of despond," " but the little
wicker gate is in sight, and the
straight and narrow way seems to be
plain before us, and it leads to re-
demption. Let us tread it for the
blessings which lie beyond, bravely
and steadfastly, without fear Of the
lions which beset us the path. The
way is the Liberal move
ment. the wicker gate is the August
Convention, and the glory which lies
beyond, scarcely less brilliant than
that which dazzled the immortal
eyes Of the heroic Christian, is that
which shall burst upon our mortal
pision when we behold our beloved
State once more restored to the con-
;rol of her own devoted sons.


If this is the sentiment of q "War-
moth Democrat" then let the Plea
1une write us down once more as
Observation-Disclosures Times.