The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-09-29

strengthened in their resolution to re-
form, by hard words rather than Prison
bars. Sir" said Mr.. Peasc, "what
brings you here this time Of night, for |
know there is an object can | aid
you :"
Pcrhaps, don't know foolish
Wilma little child--onc of the miscr-
able, with drunken mother.o
"Comc with me, then. There are
many such. | am just going to visit
one, who will die before MORNING.
sweet little girl, born in better days, and
dying now-but you shall see, and then
we will talk about the one you would
seek to save"
We were soon threading narrow
alley, where pcstilencc walkcth in dark
ness, and crime, wrctched poverty and
filthy misery, go hand in hand to de-
struction.
Behold" said our friend, /" the
fruits of our City excise Here is the
profit of money spent for licenses to kill
the body and damn the soul" Proven
by the awful curses and loud blows Of a
drunken husband upon wife, once an
ornament Of society, and exemplary
member of Christian Church, that
came up out of one of the low cellars,
which human beings call by the holy
name of home
The fetid odor of this filthy lane had
been more fetid by the late and almost
scalding hot rains, until it seemed to us
that such an air was only fit for charnel
house. With the thermometer at Sc at
midnight, how could men live in such u
place, below the surface of the earth
Has rum rendered them proof against
the effect Of carbonic acid gas
We groped our way along to the foot
of an outside stairs case, where our con-
dactor paused for moment, calling our
attention to the spot. "Herc," said
Mr.. Peasc, " the little sufferer we are
going to see, tainted u few nights ago,
and lay all night exposed to the rain,
where she was found aud beaten in the
morning by her miserable mother, be-
cause she had not sold all her corn"
"Grcat and unknown Cause, hast
thou brought us to her door :" Our
friend stared, but did not comprehend
the expression. " BE careful" )" said he,
"the stairs are very old and slippery"
Beat her ~ said we, without re-
garding what he was saying.
/" Yes, beat her, while she was in a
fever of delirium, from which she has
never rallied. She has never spoken
nationally, since she was taken. Her
constant prayer seems to be to see some
particular person before she dies"
"Oh, if [ could see him once more -
herc-thcre-there--that is him-no,
no, he did not speak to me in that way
be did not curse and beat me-"
Such is her conversation, and that
induced her mother to send for me, but
| was not the man. viii he come =
she says, every time visit her; for,
thinking to soothe and comfort her, |
promised to bring him.
We had reached the top of the stairs
and stood q moment at the open door,
where the sin and misery dwelt, where
sickness had come, and where death
would soon enter
Will he come 7"
A faint voice came up from low bed
in one corner, seen by very dim light
of a miserable lamp.
That voice. We could not be mis-
taken. We could not enter. Let Us
wait moment in the open air, for there
is choking sensation coming over US.
" Come in," said our friend.
" Will he come ?"
" Yes, yes, through the guidance of
the good spirit that guides the world,
and leads us by unseen paths, through
dark places, he has come."
The little emaciatcd form started up
in bed, aud a pair Of blue soft eyes
glanced around the room, peering
through the semi-darkness, as if in
search of something heard but unseen.
Katy, daring," said the mother,
'' what is the matter :"
" Where is he mother ? He is here,
heard him speak"