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

| ii athen.--
Every room 10 this rum.shop keepers
house is tenanted iu this way. We dare
not go into the cellar; the sight is too
horrible! A charnel crowd ed with living
corpses, and stre aiming with leprosy and
pollulion! Every house in this narrow
alley has occupants like these; in the at
ternoon, when the sun comes warmly on
one side of the pavement, you may see
| the bricks, the cutters, the ceilar.doors,
swarsn Aad blacken with the thousand
shapes Of nakedness and rags. This is not
a solitary thing 10 the Great City, be.
lieye me-. bu, only one among a hundred (;
this horrible Lane of Desoation, shoot
| ing away from tae main street, not Eve
| hundred va rds from Church Of God.
Two Millions OF Dollas for marble
pillars and pure Grecian architecture, ia
city which boasts scenes like these.
| Sometimes the filth and pollution Of
| this den gives birth to horrible pesu
euce, the ieprosy or Fever, and then you
/
may see the KIDD of harvest, reaped by
death, 10 the cellars and the rooms, the
cutters and the garre's, where the dead
rot for days, naked and uuburicd, while
the leper is dying, aud the drunkard drin-
king. and the maniac cureipg, within the
confines Of the same walls. On, for elo-
quent Webster's presence here, with one
Of hssouud dectures against Iuidelity aud
in favor Of pure Cafisliauity.
You may like these scenes. con-
fess do not, and wGuld rather they had
no existence. But as they do exist, a
| painful necessity Is upCn me to show
them to the world, iD order that every
body may curse the memory of The lgf,
deE Girard, and love the Marble Pillars,
that were purchased with twv Millions OF
Doiials.
But let Us pass to another scener which
may nave some pleasing contrasts be
tween lhe Guilty Power that robs, and
rot by law, and lie poverty and Ton!
that must be roubed anu bear II. away
from tlge dark alley aud behold scene
whose Laxury macks the Lerer's rags y
ssgs IAsra sa< aysissbt q sss se 81.
| winter nfgps; when round-faced, Good,
humored Bank Director sat in his com.
| Portable parlor coentlng the gains he had
won BY the failure Of his Bauk.
Observe the bland smile that undulates
over the corpueut genleman's face as
he sits 10 bis luxurianty finished parlor,
with his oysters and hts coffee, aud his
terrspin soup, spread out before him. The
delicious Influence OF the tcrrapin aud
champagne pervades his round vieags and
lmparts It's ,oul to bis eyes.
Tell me; car you believe that this man
etired on a handsome ior!une lost week
10 consequence of the failure Of baHk!
Is this mystery TO you!
lie 10 thsPresideat OF tha broken Bank.
That seateics makes plain many re na'k'
able things.
While he is sitting there; smiling as
the Presidelt of broken Bank only eau
smile; 10! there is a lalnt knock at the
dunr.
Come in"
And yon half clad man, with below
ewes aud su,ksn cheeks, enters He en-
tiers. plcurc OF heart broken famine
and sespaiithat las Iost its last clutch on
Hope. He rands trembling by the rich
Bank Presidents table. 10 a faint voice
he asks, whittier there is chance of The
Broken ba,k paying its debts; 'for,' he |
exclaims lnthA hollow voice made husky !
by famine, br you see, sir last summer
deposited al the money had in HE world
IN that Ba,k; Six hundred dollars, sir;
worked fOr that money IN summers heat
and winters Geld; and new, sir, oh! now;
he pauses for m5Inent as If to gather his
feehnes under his control, while the anil
& bio Bank President is 6nishing his ter ,
rapin SCUM 'aud now, sir, oh! ncw; my |
NJ ife has d led OF want more than disease;
nv dsunh her lies gu her death bed, and
b ave not acrust of bread to give he; not
drop Of Medicine to still single dealh-
psiu!'
The Bank Presidents looks up from his
com fortab b supper;-
nv deaf fellow, what's all this abouU
Your wife dead-your daughter slck-
can | help i! You deposited your httle
,rI6e of SIX hundred 10 our 6ank--thai
" as bad ecldedl,! For the Bank rs
broke! Ybull never get one cent pf!our
money!
The Methanlc stands there, With down
,ssl eyes +thipk OF his dead wlfe--hls dy
ng CHILD.
30 sir; have % bre sd--ho wood '--he
,egins, rs sing his hands iremulously--
.Wen!EThese Bruk en- Bank Directors
re so teFe.
sWon't ou--won't you--lend me one