Hannibal journal. (Hannibal, Mo.) 1852-1853, 1853-09-08

en- mother" "" ufunK-
"Come with me then. There are manv sroh
am JUST going 10 visit one, who will die before
morning. sweet little GIRL born in better davs
ana dying now-but you shall see, and then we
wlll talk about The one you would seek to save
we were soon threading a narrow allev
where pestilence wa,keth in darkness ana
crime, wretched poverty and filthy misery on
hand in hand to destruction. o.
Behold" said our FRIEND "the fruits Of our
city excise. Here is the profit of money spent
for license to kill the body and damn the soul !:
Iproven by the awful curses and loud blows Of
a drunken husband upon a wife, once an orna.
ment OF society and exemplary member Of
Christian church, that came up out of the low
cellars, which human beings call by the holy
name of home"
The fetid Odor of this filthy lane had been
made more fetid by the late and almost scalding
hot rains, until IL seemed TO us that such an air
was only fit for charnel house. With the
thermometer at SO degrees, at midnight how
could men live in such place. below the sur
face Of the earth? Has rum rendered them proof
against the effect Of carbonc acid gas?
We groped our way along 10 the foot of an
outside staircase, where our conductor paused
for moment, calling our attention to the spot.
Here" said Mr.. Pease, 1.-THE little sufferer
we are going to see tainted few nights ago,
and lay all night exposed TO the rain, where she
was found and beaten in the morning by her
miserable mother, because she had not sold all
her corn"
"Great 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 regarding what
he was saying.
eyes, beat her while she was in fever of
delrium, 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 ore-there-there-tha
is hm-no, no, he did not speak that way to
me ; he did not curse and beat me- Such is
her conversation, and that induced her mother
TO send for me, but | was not the man. Will |
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 moment at the open door where sin and
misery dwelt, where sickness had come, and |
where death would sooner enter.
"Wll he come? ?"
A faint voice came up from low bed in one |
corner, seen by the very dim light of msera-
Bile lamp
That voice. We could not be mistaken. We
could not enter. Let us wait a moment in the
open air, for there is choking sensation com.
ing over us.
"Come in," said our friend.
"Will he Gomez"
Two hands were stretched out implorngly
toward the Missionary, as the.sound of his voice
was recognized.
"She is much weaker tonight" said her
mother, in quite a ladylike manner, for the sense
of her drunken wrong to her dying child had
kept her sober, ever since she had been sick,
"but she is quite deirious, and all the time talk
ing about some man that spoke kindly to her
one night, and gave her money to buy bread"
"Will he Gomez"
"A es, yes, through the guidance of the good
spirit that guides the world and leads us by un.
seen paths, through the dark places, he has come"
The little emaciated form started up in bed,
and pair of beautiful soft blue eyes glanced
around the room, peering through the semi-dark-
ness, as if in search Of something heard but un-
seen.
"Katy darling" said the mother, "what is
the matter?"
"Where is he mother? He is here. heard
him speak"
ayes, yes, sweet little innocent, he is here,
kneeling by your bedside. There, lay down,
you are very sick"
"Only once, just once, let me put my arms
around your neck, and kiss you just as used to
kiss papa. had papa once, when we lived
in the big house-there, there-Oh, did want to
see you to thank you for the bread and cakes;
was very hungry, and it did taste so good-a and
little Sis, she walked up and she eat and eat, and
after while she went to sleep with piece in
her hand, and went TO sleep; haven't been
asleep good whilep thought l was asleep in
the Park, and somebody stole all my corn, and
my mother whipt me for it, but could not help
it. Oh dear, feel sleepy noW.-I can't talk
any more. am very tired. cannot see; the
candle has gone out, think am going to die.
| thank you; l wanted 10 thank you for the bread
II thought you would not come. Good bye
Sissee, good bye.--Sissee-you will come
er-don't-drink-an more-Mother-
good b."
"'Tis th.htEaSi earth:" said the good man at
our side-let Ms pray
Reader, Christian reader, little Katy is in her
grave. Prayers for her are unavailing. There
lis in this City thousand Just such cases. Pray
ers for them are unavailing. Faith without
works wont work reform. A faithful, prayer
Iful resolution, to work out that reform which
~ will save you from reading the recital of such
. 1scenes-such fruits Of the rum trade as this be-
= fore you, will work together for your own and
lother's good. Go forth and listen. Ifyou hear
ia little voice crying hot corn, think of poor Ka-
ty, and OF the hosts Of innOcents slain by that re-
D lmorseless tyrant rum. Go forth ard seek a
better spirit to rule over u.s. Cry aloud "will
he Gomez" and the answer will be "yes, yes,
lheis here"