New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-11-16


Thae taulding- doors o the gin shop, goose;
Are ma they a mar damnable man devourln6 idoi
than onv red.hot statue o Mooch, or wicked Cog
maeog, wherein the auld Brtons burnt taeII
prisoners Lock at thae bare footed bare backed
hizzies, with their arms round the men hechs,
and their mouths full o vitrlol and beastiy "9rus
Look at that Irishwoman pouring the gin Do" I
the babies throat Look at that rail- BOY
eaun out O the pawnshop, where lie oeoH
UiedpiDg the handkerchief be stole the morning.
into the einshop, to buy beer poisoned WI gram,
o paradise and cocculus ndIcus, ana saut' anu q
dannable naddening, thirst breeding iast
ing drugs Look at that girl that went IN WI
shawl on her back, and came out lout ane
DruDkardg frae the breast harlots itae the
cradle damned before they're born John Cal
win hid an ipkling the truth there, ! N most
driven to think, wi his Reproduction deeylis doc
trines e. NJ,
about these poor creatures. A.,
.Then We ought What do We ken about tne
Pacific ? Which is maist to your business me
bare backed hizzies that play the harlot o the
other side of the warld or these-these thousands
barebacked hizzies that play the harlot o your
ain side-made out o your ain lesh and Dude
You poet Trae poetry like true charity my
laddie. begins at home. If ye'll be poet at a ,
We maun be cockney poet and while the cock
news be what they be, ye maun write, like Jere,
niah of old o lamentation. and mourning, and
woe. for the sins O your people. Gin We want to
learn the spirit o peoples poet, down WI your
Bible and read the aud Hebrew prophets; gin ye
would learn the STYLE read your Burns trae morn
ing till night and gin ye'd learn the matter, Just
gang after your nose and keep your eyes open,
and yell no miss it.
" But all this is $3.50 unpoetlcal.
"Hech Is there no the heeven above them
there and the he'll beneath them And God
frowning and the deevil grinning No poetry
there Is no the vera idea of the classic TRACE,
ey defined to be, man conquered by circumstance!
Gamma ye see it there And the vera idea OF the
modern drama, man cOnquering circumstance
and III show We that too-in mony garnet
where no eye but the guide Gods enters, to see
the patience and the fortitude, and the selfsacrl-
fee and the 1--we stronger than death, that sh-
ming in the dark places o the earth Come WI me
and see.
We went on through back street or two, and
then into a huge, miserable house, which, hun
dred years ago. perhaps, had witnessed the lux
ury, and rung to the laughter OF some one great
fashionable family alone there in their glory. Now
every room OF it held its family, or It's group OF
fames-a phalanstery of all the hends It's grand
staircase with the carved ballustrades rottlng
and crumbling away piecemeal, converted INTO q
common sewer for all its inmates. p star alter
stair we went, while walls Of children, and curses
of men, steamed out upon the hot sitting rush OF
air from every doorway, till, at the topmost sto-
~ we knocked at a garnet door. w c entered.
| Bare it was of furniture, comortless and freezing
cold but, with the exception OF the plaster
! dropping from the roof, and the broken windows
! patched with rags and paper there was scrupu,
! lous neatness about the whole, which contrasted
strangely with the filth and slovenliness outside.
! There was no bed in the roOm-no table. On
broken chair by the chimney sat miserable old
woman fancying that she was warming her hands
over embers which had long been cold, shaking
,,ri.l ], oie,, i
! lips about the guardians and the workhouse
while upon few rags on the floor lay girl, ugly,
! small pox-marked, hollow-eyed, emaciated, her
only bed clothes the skirt of large handsome
new riding habit, at which two other girls, wan
and tawdry, were stitching busily. as they sat
right and left other on the floor. The old woman
took no notice Of US as entered but one OF
the girls looked up, and with pleased gesture
of recognition, put her finger up to her lips and
! whispered "Ellen's asleep"
i" m not asleep dears answered faint, I'M
earthly voice; II was only praying. Is that MIR.
Mackaye p
"Ay M lasses, but ha' ye gotten ma fire the
NIGHT p
"No," said one of them, bitterly, we've earn
ed no fire to night, by fair trade or foul either
| The sick gil tried to raise herselfup and speak,
! but was stopped by frightful fit Of coughing and
! expectoradon, as painful apparently, to the sut-
| ferer as it was confess, disgusting even to me.
saw MHChdNc sup S0lutlllIiS iilLu Tue Hdlll VI
one of the girls, and whisper, "a halfhundred
of Goals = to which she replied with eager
look of gratitude that never can forget, and hur
ried out. Then the sufferer, as if taking adyan.
tage of her absence, began to speak quickly and
. eagerly.
do speak to her; and DO speak to poor Llzzy
here I'm not afraid to say it before her, be-
cause she's more gentle like, and hasn't learnt to
say bad word yet-but do speak to them, and tell
them not to go the bad way, like all the rest
Tell them it'll never prosper know it is want
that drives them to ii, as it drives all OF us-but
tell them it's bestto starve and die honest girls,
than to 90 about with the shame and the curse of
God on their hearts, for the sake of keeping this
poor, miserable, vile body together few short
! years more III this worldo' sOuow Do tell them,
Mr. Mackaye.'
I'm thinking, said he, with the tears running
down his DID, withercd face, "yel max better
preacher at that text than SHALL Elem
Oh, no, no; who am l, to speak to them .
/ its no merlto' mine, Mr. Mackaye, that the Lords
! keptme pure through it all. should have been
just as bad any of them, if the Lord had not
kept me out OF temptation in His great mercy, by
making me the poor. Inflated creature | am.-
From that time was burnt when was child,
and had the smallpox atterward OH how sinful
l was and replned and rebelled against the Lord!
And now see 1t was all His blessed mercy to
keep me out of evil, pure and unspotted for my
dear Jesus, when he comes to take me to him
srlf saw Him last night, Mr.. Mackaye, as plain
as see you now, all in fame of beautiful white
lire, smiling at me SO sweetly; and He showed
me the wounds in His hands and His feet, and He
said, Ellen, my own child, those that suffer
with me here they shall be gorfed with me
hereafter, for m coming very soon to take you
home.
Sandy shook his head at all this with strange
expression of the face, as if he sympathized and
yet disagreed, respected and yet smiled at the
shape which her religious ideas had assumed;
and remarked in the mean time that the poor
glri neck and arm We're all scared and distorted
apparently from the effects of a burn
Ah said Sandy, at length, Il tauld We We
were the better preacher OF the two; We We mar
comfort to gle Sandy than he has to gle the like
o ye But how is the wound in vntr hack The