The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-12-10


'wn history. Nor let il be forgotten that the ten
lency of our boasted manufacturing interest il
his country is one day to curse US with JUS
uch system, if those who are now trying t.
GRITTY monopoly by protection, have their way
Truly your friend,
g. EDWARDS LESTER.
New York, Nov. /, 1915.
THE FACTORY GIRLS LAST DAY.
'Four or five months back, there was girl o
poor mans that | was called to visit. II wai
poorly. 1t had attended mill; and was obi
ged to relieve the father in the course of my of
ice, (that of assistant overseer of the poor) il
of the bad health of the child b
and by it went back to its work again: and on
one day he came to me with tears 10 his eyes,
said, "Whatis the matter, Thomas2" He said
"My little girl is dead" He said, 'In the night
and what breaks my heart is this: she went t.
the mill in the morning; she was not able TO d.
her work, and little boy said he would asss
her If she would give him half penny on Sa
turday; | said would give him penny; but a
night when the child went home, perhaps abou
a quarter of mile, it fell down several time
through exhaustion, till at length it reached ii
fathers door with difficulty, and 1t never spok
audibly afterwards; it died in the night. judg
ed she might be ten years old. Minutes of ev
idence before committee of the House of Com
mons, page 30.
Twas on winter morning,
The weather wet and mild,
Three hours before the dawning,
The father reused his child;
Her daily morsel bringing,
The darksome room he paced,
And cried, 'the bell is ringing,
My hapless darling hastel'
Father, Pm up, but weary;
| scarce can reach the door,
And long the way and dreary,
y carry me once more!
To help us, we've no mother,
You've no employment nigh;
They killed my little brother,
Like him, Fll work--and dier
Her wasted form seemed nothing,
The load was at his heart;
The sufferer he kept soothing
Till at the mill they part.
The overlooker met her,
AS to her frame she crept,
And with his thong he beat her,
And cursed her as she wept.
Alas! what hours of sorrow
Made up her latest day;
Those hours that brought no morrow,
Too slowly passed away.
1t seem'd as she grew weaker,
The threads the oftner broke,
The rapid wheels ran quicker,
And heavier fell the stroke.
The sun had long descended,
But night brought no repose;
Her day began and ended,
As cruel tyrants chose.
A length to little neighbor
A half penny she paid,
To take her last hours labor,
While by her frame she laid.
AT last, the engine ceasing,
The captives homeward rush'd,
She thought her strength increasing
Twas hope her spirit fush'd.
She left, but oft she tarried;
She fell, and rose no more.
Till, by her comrades carried,
She reach'd her fathers door.
Atnight, with tortur'd feeling,
He watched his sleepless child;
And close beside her kneeng,
She knew him not nor smiled.
Again the factory's ringing
Her last perceptions tried;
When from her straw bed spriGging,
''ris timer she shriek'd', and died!
That night chariot pass'd her,
While on the ground she lay;
The daughters of her master
An evening visitpay--
Their tender hearts were signing
As negroes wrongs were told;
While the white slave was dying
Who gain'd their fathers gold!