The Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1846-1852, 1850-01-04
4 Toucll OF lIlG IiSrfibIe.

not worth this sum, even to Polk's Admin
listration.
I 4 TOuch OF the Horrible.
! The New York Sun contains a series
Of lectures TO young men, by the Rev.
Henry Ward Beecher They are writ
ten with great power and graphic fdeli-
lty, and cannot fail 10 have an infuence
upon the classes of young men to whom
they are addressed The following ex-.
tract from Lecture Sixth has in il more of
the horrible than we have seen in the
same space for years. May its solemn
warnings have an influence beyond the
limits of New York. e."
| The STRANGE WoMAN.-Yonder is a
youth, once a servant at Gods altar.
His hair hangs tangled and torn; his eyes
are Dloodshot; his face is livid; his FIST is
cenched. All the day he wanders up
and down. cursihg sometimes himself,
land sometimes the wretch that brought
him hithei;and whenhe sleeps he dreams
Of hell; and whenhe wakes to feel all he
dreamed All know why the 6rst rooms
looked 50 gay-they were enchanted! 1t
was enchanted wine they drank; and en-
chahted fruit they ate, now they know
the pain 6ffatal food in ever limb!
WARD OF DIsEAsE.--Ye e that look visit
fully at lie pleasant front of this terrific
house, come with mo iihw and look long
Into lhe terror ofthi Ward for here are
the seeds of sin intheir full harvest form!
We are in lazar.room; its air oppres-
ses every sense; IFS sights confound our
thoughts; its soun4s pierce our ear; its
stencil repels us;ilisfull of diseases. Here
shuddering wretch is clawing at his
breast, to tear away that worm which
snaws his heart. BY him sits another,
whose limbs are dropping from their
lghastly trunk. Next swelterS another in
lreekins filth, his eyes rolling in bony
sockets; every breath pang. and every
pang a groan. But yonder on a pile Of
rags lies one whose yelis Of frantic agony
sppal every ear Clutchibg his rags
with spasmodic grasp his swollen tongue
IolIing and rolling, be shrieks oaths, now
bias pheming God, and now imp!ofing
him. He boots and shouts, and shakes
his grisIy head from side 10 side; cursing
and praying; now calling death, and then;
as ifdIiving away fends, yelling avaunt!
Iaraunit
Aho,Hethas been ridden by pain until
he can no longer shrek. but lies foaming
and grinding his teeth, and clenching his
bony hahis, until the nails pierce the
palm, though there is no blood there to
, issue out, trembling all ihe time with the
shudders and chills of utter agony. The
happiest wretch in all this ward is an
, Didiot-drnpsital, distorted and moping;
i, all day lie wags his head, and chaiters,
, aud laughs, and bites his nails; then he
, will sit for hours mollonless, with open
Jaw, and CLASSY eSe fixed On vacancy. In,
this Watd are huddled all The diseases Of
Z. pleasute. This is the torture room Of
+. THE Strange Woman's House. and it ex-
GELS the Inquisilion. The wheel, the
rack the bed ofknives, the roasting FIRE;
The brazen room slowly heated, the sliv-
ers driven under the nails, the hot pin
GERS. what are these to the agonies Of
the last days of licentious viceg Hun
Idreds of rotting wretches would change
their couch Of torment in the Strange
Woman shouse, for the gloomiest terror Of
the InquisiliOI. aud profit by the charge.
| Nature herself becomes the t6rfRektor!
i Nature, long trespassed on and abused,
at length casts down the wretch; searches
every vein, makes road Of every nerve
for the scurching feet Of pain to travel on,
pulls al every muscle, breaks in the breast
builds fire in the brain, eats otit the skin,
and casts living Goals on the heart, What
are hut pincers to the enEenomed claws
ofdisease What is itSo be put into pit
i of snakes and Shiny toa,ls, and feel their
cold coil or piercing fang, to the creeping
: Of whole body Of vipers? Where every
3 nerve is a viper. and every vein viper
E and every muscel a serpent; and the
(. whole body, in. all It's parts, Coils and
r twists upon iitselfin uhinagihabIe anguish
]. | tell you there is no InGisition SO bad as
5 ,ha, which the doctor looks upoul Young
man! can show you in this Ward
+. worse pangs than ever savage produced
n at the s,akel than ever tyrant wrung
1f out by engines of TORMENT! than ever an
h Inquisition devisedF Every year, in ev-
10 ey town, die wretches scalded and
81 scorthed With agony, We're the sum Of
e. all The pain that comes with the last sta
e pes of vice eolleeted;it, would rend the
g" Very heavens with its outcry;would shake
Il the earth, would blsnch the vety cheek
of hell. Ye that are listening in the gar.
it den Of the strange woman, among her
II, cheating flowers ye that are. dancing ii
!. her halls ia. he first Ward, come fitber;
g look upon her fourth Ward,-its yomited
/ blood, its sores and ferry iblotehess i,s
h prutionf sweat. its dissolved ichorG and
e rotlef bones! n Stop, young mani y. You
/; Eturp your head from this ghastly room
and yet, stopt--and stop soon or thol
% shalt lie herell Mark the solemn signals
a. ofthy psssagel Thou hast already enoggl
2 ofwatuings in thy cheek. in Thy bosom
lin thy pahgs Of premonilion! Y tsaloi,