The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1849-06-22

10 ths missionary society, and some hun
dreds more to put down the Pope Of
Rome:
With these calm words, the Bank Pres
ident rises; stands with his hands in his
pockets in front of that fire; stands there
juggling the gold in his pockets. Fine
muolc Ter the Mechanics ears
this momen', look there, and your
heart will freeze with awe, as you behold
the awful change passing over tho Mes
whrlthe vn his iace--his lip quivers with
horrible smile; he is no longer plead
ing Beggar, but a Madman, boiling over
with a sense Of his wrongs.
The want Of tread, the thought Of his
dead wife, his daughter dyiug yonder in
that lonely room, without drop OF med,
pleasant though,s. Do you wonder that
they have driven him mad!
He approaches the Bank President:
thai good humored man starts back, with
some horror planted or his glowing face,
There is danger in the Madman'a eye.
Yoo hear that husky voice:
You rob me of the sweat ofmy brow
the blood Of my soul! Blu! look you,
ptoud lharisee; viii carry my cause TO
higher oourt--Jes, yes, will carry my
cause up THERE! Aud there--my dead
wife on one hNnd--my starved dsus hter
on the other--I will meet you aud plead
my cause, with judge that cannot be
bribed with all your gold! l-I--the
robbed, the wronged, the starving, as
am, summons you TO meet me yoDder at
the bar of God. at day break tomorrow
When The Bank Pre-. .idcnt awoke from
fright the Maniac was gone.
The Sequel of this story is not without
interest.
The next morning, just before the
break of day, that joyial Bank Dire ctor,
while retrruing from merry Christmas
party, even as he loled on The soft cush-
ions of hIs carriage, was stricken with
an apoploclic dt, crush into a dumb mass,
that had neither voice nor ear. He was
| tcarrlsaaAY, his liveried footmenl tow rds
tas.s8nder small frame house; Up Yhe dark
Stairs, into miserable room, lighted by
the lamp held in the walchman' hands =
An hour or more elasped Thie he lay in
a state between life aud dSath-but at
la,t, tearing his broad cloth coat with hia
equity hands--foainug at the mouth, he
tottered on his feet, and gazed around.
Can you guess the nature of the sight
that then bnrst upon his eysss
Therein the full light Of the watchs
mans laDp--lay man of some forty FIVE
years, his head resting agains! chair
his arms flung stiiiy by his side. II was
the Mechanic, the red light pouring over
lis lisid face, over his bleeding throat,
severed from ear to earin one red cash
TLere--faT back in the room, stretchs
ed on lattersd bed, lay the form Of the
dead kirI.
Gaze upon thst young face beauti-
ful even in death, and remember-she
died of starvation.
For a moment--a single momont only
1.-The Bank President gszed upon tits
Gene, and then fell; like a mass of lead;
Down on that uDcarpoted f)or.
Had he heard and obeyed the Summons!
Had he gone yonder to NEE, his victim!
The Coed and Msrciful God has flung
between our eyes ard the Shadow OF
Eternity, an wul veil. Did we believe
10 the Heather Craad which breaches IN
pndl.ss He'll, and has a Gibbet for its
] ospel, we nigh! follow up to Judgment
lie Sonl Of the Bank President.
We might behold the long train Of Or
,hans who follow his Soul, with uurses,
10 the Bar of Almighty Justice. There,
while the pale Suicide stalks before him,
blasting his sight with a spectacle o!
'peechless woe, we might see the guilty
wretch crouch aud tremble 10 the pres
ence of his God.
We might see that loug train of Wild
rvs and Orphans, women and little child,
eu, pour burning lead on his soul with
heir story of wrong, starvation; and
eath.
But we are not called to follow him be
ond the grave. The sight before us
breaches a lesson w orth all the terrors OF
creed begotten Hell. This room, with
miserable furniture and naked walls. The (
iugle light upon the chair, trembling as
[ contends with the light Of the day,
,reaking through the narrow wlndaw'-- 6
The Mechanic with tue red cash across
is throat; the dead girl, and. in presence
( these victims the Bank Director. ros
md aud sleek in form, with his red face
eepenipg into purple, as the grst sun
cam streams upon bis cold eycbslls. u
You may say that this picture is owe
rawn. Did you ever, on 6reary win-
suusaf he IN tho skvl