Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-09-17

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and toiled 10 gaiher gold Dbl gather
1.-THE wealth for nayseli,a or for, those fela-
'Etions WHO had seen me, in hunger, dark
ness, cold, when but an Orphan Boy-and
Iseen without one drop of pity? Or, was ii
ito swell a guiltysweal,h into a proud, emi.
Enence of Power and Wronga No! No!
i But Tor those children of / oil who might
fbe left, as had been, to lie cold ~mercies
10: q heartless world! Ifelt the wrongs o tie
Poor-lI felt that the Declaration. Of lnale.
] lInendenee. had ont II beE5slSs
iil5i iAai~wofk W6nld not even be consaien.
ced until New Generation should arise.
who Thoroughly educated in their great
destiny, should go forth the Apostles of the
Republic. had been an Orphan-l knew
the horrid injuries, the accumulated wrongs,
the hard crust and the merciless blow.
which form the Orphans heritage. There.
fore gathered gold, to build Plain
Structure, where-not the purse-proud
darlings Of wealth; nor the pampered
children Of Aristocratic Pride but The
Orphans, these Wards of Almighty God
should be reared to manhood ana virtue, in
that solemn Cathedral Of the Poor; the
Common school house.
"Wi iih this wish, this resolve on my lips,
died. for you see, am this night come
from my grave-the grave dust is On my
brow; these threads huliering from my
limbs arc but the fragments of my shroud;
am come from my grave to- look upon
the Orphans school house. Here amin
search Of my orphans; here, oh my God,
PITY me! here where | expected to find
that new Generation, find oHly this Nam
moih Tomb My orphans! my orphans!
0 God! Where are hey?"
And as we look in mute wonder, the o Id
man beats his breast again, again wrings
his hands: agan that low, deep, freezing
moan.
The moonlight falls in dismal radiance
through The crevices OF yonder window:
the silence, the gloom Of this marble vault
strikes you with chilling awe. You essay
10 comfort the miserable ghost with words
like these:
But old man, is not this a pretty col
}, lege; an ornament to the city: lookl-
What splendid chambers are these! look
Through that crevice in the boards which
enclose that window, look and behold the
!, towering lines of pillars! 1t is altogether
Greciar, assure you: old man, this Fem.
; pie: something between a Temple erected
to Jupiter and Alausoleum built over the
carcass of u Persian satrap.'
'sMy orphans! my orPhans! Where are
Mey?" e .'' ~ "a.
But old man; let us reason this matter
together! You remember by your Will
YOU forbid the entrance of Priests ano
Preachers into your college walls; you
even forbid the bible entering here. Now
YOU know our City Councils are pious
men: YOU shocked their deep religious
sensibiItv; they were afraid the Morals o
, The poor orphans might be corrupted. Sc
, YOU see. they resolved to halk your unholy
i purpose, they determined that not one beg
gariy Orphan should even have q chance
, fbeing corrupted here; they built @ Toni
instead of School House,
s'Did | forbid the entrance of Priest
Preacher, and the Bible? 1t was not be-
, cause did not believe the Ministry of the
GosDel is the holiest Office on earth, no.
because did not believe the Bible is the
} best of all Books! But because | knew
' there are bad men; legends of attrocious
: hypocries; who only assume the name
Of Preacher, who only profess TO love The
. Bible, in order TO creep into fat stations ir
5 pulpts and in Colleges, and turn those holy
words, Jesus and the Poor into Religion
f our stock in trade.' Therefore though
/ it best to leave these orphans to wha
: church or doctrine they pleased, out of the
college; tree to read what they liked, 60 te
J, what church they liked; but in my college
8 vowed q solemn oath; should never far
g its wings that Vampire Of the Heart; re-
t ligious Dssension!''
o s:Oh! old man, it is such pity you die
+ not explain yourself fully to YOUR Coun
ellis for they arc pious wen You shocked
e their Moral consciousness; their lore o.
: order; upon my word you didI They dj,
S not want 10 build school house, wher,
7 ragged, beggarly, little orphans might b,
b corrupted into Legion of lnfidels. whe
It would not be believe in wholesale Robbery
k though it was done by chartered Banks
nor in burning Churches, though it wer
G accomplished by holy protestant hands,
d They did no. want to waste your money
Il they had no desire to feed their favorite
e on your boarded wealth, or spend it i,
h dark corners doing deeds that they wou
q be ashamed to look in the face in broad day
}. oh, no! oh, no! They spent your none
!, in such way that the whole world Nigh
st look at it, they built a tomb splendid SEP
ulchre, fnll of chambers and stairways an
], pillars within and pillars without! Fo
is you see they are considerate men; are ou
e Councilsn'
:. Even while we are speaking to the oil
g man, his head drops; something like tea
ID glitters in his CLASSY eyeball. He is coun
ing the years that have elapsed since hi
is death.
e "They might have finished my school
is house in two years; and now have bee
dead one, two. three; oh, so MANY years
Or so many that cannot count them! and m
g orphans; oh good God. where are they?"
"Come, old man, come up this dar