The Ohio organ, of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, [Ohio]) 1853-1854, 1853-11-25

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home?" w r,gnfpasyl
siSHomel ] have none, nor trends
either, .,o. 81 % SOD
Homeless and friendlessI Ayoung
girl in the streets all night, without g
place she could 60 that she could lt call
home, beo .ii,v,l
'sfIayye you no hone2 Where do
you live them" .r9 sn,ap
ain the street. | wish | did not
live anywhere, I'llgo to Dutch Bill's
grocery, and soon forget ! DO live,
He turned me out Of doors last night;
/ had no money then. He will letme
in now, | have got q quarter. !" ",e ,5
Had we done deed Of charity Or a
deed Of wrong? The heart said it
was well,intended, but truth told Us it
would be applied to support The Ii,
cense system Of the rum trade,
Z We said few words, and Mary
went and sat down upon a doorstep,
and held her old cloak up to her face
to hide a tear. ,.-.a..s .r.r
To our inquiry, "What has become
Of your friend William?' she replied:
"Friend? Devil He robbed his
employer to buy vine and treat me,
as he did when you first knew. me, a
poor, Woodworking, but happy sewing
girl, when ! used to go out almost
every night with him 10 late suppers,
until, until don't ask me what,
See what | am. You heard what
these bricklayers called me-" "Where
is WIZ" ''I saw him last night
dressed like a gentlemen, with anoth-
er, Just such poor simpleton as | was
a year ago, going into a gilded sep
ulchre. How long before she will be
a mother, a miserable outcast, poor
drunken--- heard what they
called me. Who made me so? |
could send Will to the Penitentiary
with breath. What would be the
use2 He would come out a hero
they would fire guns in the Park
perhaps | should not hear them. l
should then be dead-if moi, drunk.
1t matters not which. Who cares for
me, or what / am now? Look atme.
Do you see the Mary that made shirts
for you? Look, | see my work now.
You have it on. 1t is not yet worn
out. I am. The stitch has lasted
longer than the stitcher. The thread
of cotton lives The thread Of life is
destroyed. Oh, rum, rum, rum"
She got up, and walked rapidly
away, toward place 'licensed to &C.
commodate Travellers" where She
might drown herself in forgetlulness
with the very cause Of her ruin.
'Tis a sad tale, but a true one; il
has a sequel; the readers of the Tri-
bune have read that. Our story was
written when the reporter brought in
the item, published a few mornings
since, of girl found dead in the Gel.
lar Of new building in Reade street
We had suspicion, a painful feeling
that it might be; we went to see; il
was Mary. Two years ago she was
blithe and beautiful, industrious, poor,
virtuous, and happy. She was tempt,
ed, f1attered, mortified at not being
able to dress as richly as others she
met in the street or saloon in hel
evening walks with Will, accepted
presents, (stoleh dry goods, ate late
suppers, drank wine, and became what
we found her in the street; then drank
cheap rum, poisoned alcohol, and died
homeless and liiendless in cellar
Poor Mary. She is dead. Rum is
not. We shall say on Tuesday we
have done our duty toward killing it.
Fnot successful, we shall Try again
and again. Who will do with us one
little deed to avenge Mary9-M y.
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