Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1853-09-11

. fint corn, TO support drunken mother, whose
ers' glass was taken in .fashonabIe saloon, or
hrst-eiass liquor selling hotel no. 7Irsss- -ll
Hot coriis thea, be the watch-voftf Of ali who
wud rather see the grain Fsl to Che drui.kAr,ls :
f wife ard children tFaa lto the Unsuitable hot nav
OF the.whisky stll s.i - .ssiss sza u Ger .--lfs
|. Lstyeur resolutions grow hot and stroiis every
tiWsgoG hear this nlnight cry that ,yot s'Rl 1i6S
vote, ii nothing mose--si,s f-.s 49, =, =. stf
~ '''i "Three ggains os earn. nlsther. .s.t -l
'al eny three grains OF eern = - .s... - -;
toward The salvation of the thousand eqtally niia
Z BILE objects as the little girl. whose ,ra,, cry bas
been the melting cause Of this prcst dish of SHot
! Gorn-smoking hot!' 81 -..--s.,,.<' -.
,CHAP- -ii-THE HoslE OF LTTTIE KlrY-
About week ago we Published little s,orv nm
der this title, detailing some of the suffering which
crime and misery bring upon the poor Of this citv
and hinted at the cause. That story Is not vet in
ished. The next night after the interview with that
neglected, i'll used little girl the same plaintive ery
of "Hot corn, hot corn. here is your nice hot corn.
came up through our open window, on the midnight
air, while the rain came dripping down from the
overcharged clouds in Just sufficient quantity to wet
the thin single garment of the owner of that sweet
young voice, without giving heran acceptable ex-
for leaving her post before her hard task was
completed At length thevoieea grew faint and
then ceased and then we knew that exhausted ma
ture slept-that tender house plant was exposed
to the chilling influence Of night rain--that an
innocent little girl had the curb stone for bed and
an iron post for pillow that by and By she would
awaken, not inyigorated with refreshing slunber.
but poisoned with the sleep-inhaled masma of the
flthreeking gutter at her feet, which may be breath
ed with impunity awake, but like the malaria of
our southern coast, is death to the sleeper Not
soothcl by dreamy consciousness Of hearing a
mothers voice tuning the soft lullaby Of, q. "a
"iIr,h my child, lie st7f and .Iuanbe-.s sr
bat starting like seRtiacI upon savage frontier
post, with alarm at having slept; shiyerine with
night air and fear and finally compelled to go home
trembling like eulprit, to hear the hard words Of
a mother-yes mother-but Oh, what a mother
eursing her for not performing an impossibilty. I
because exhausted nature slept-becaase her child
had not made profit which would enable her more
freely to indulge in the soul and body DESTROYING
vice Of drunkenness. to which she had faHen from
an estate when my carriage, was one Of the 'hotlse
hold words which used 10 greet the Young ears of I
that poor little death stricken neglected street suf
ferer .----. z--.--.
twas past midnight when she awokc, and found
herself wtha desperate effort just able to reach the
bottom Of the ricketty stairs which led 10 her home
We shaI moi 90 up now. In little While. reader, \
you shall see where live the City poor ~. s-s I
Tired with the daily toil--for slch IS the !
work Of an editor who caters for the appetites Of
his morning readers were not present the next
night to note the absence Of that cry from its ae
customed spot; but the next, and next and stl on
we listened in yain-that voice was net there. Z
True the same hot corn cry came floating upon the
evening breeze across the park or wormed its way
from some cracked fiddle voice down the street. up
and around the corner; out of some dark alley
with broken English accent, that sounded almost
as much like lager bier as it did like the eommo
dity the migrant struggling TO eke out his preea-
rous existence, wished to sell All oTer this great
poverty burdened, and wicked waste extravagant
City at this season that cry goes ap. nightly pro
claiming one Of the habits of this late supper eat
ing people. . -. ... 7
Yes, We missed that cry. Hot corn" was no .
longer like the music of a stringed instrument to
weary man, for the treble string was broken and J
to US the harmony spoiled. 81 -....-.-
What was that voice TO Us? It was but one of .
the ten thousand. just as miserable, which may he I
daily heard where human misery has its abode |
That voice, as some Others have, did not haunt us.
but its absence, in spite Of all reasoning made us
feel uneasy. We do not believe in spirit manifes-s
tations half strongly some Of the nincumpoops
of this world would have their ong-eared listeners
think, yet do believe theresa spirit in man not
yet made manifest which makes US yearn after CO.
existing spirits in this sphere and in this life and
that there is need of going beyond it. seeking ~
ter strange idols
We shall not stop to inquire. whether it a
spirit of 'the FIRST, third or sixth sphere that (
Us as we left our desk one evening, to go
Down among the abodes of the poor, With feeling .
Of certainty that should see or hear something !.
Of the lost voice, for that spirit led on perhaps
t was the spirit of curiosity; matter, titled and
We followed in the route we had seen that LITTLE one
20 befure-it was our ouly one--we knew no name !
had no number, nor knew no one that knew her
whom we were going to fud. Yes, we knew that
rood Missionary, and she had told us Of the good :
words which he had spoken, but would he know her
rom the hundred Just Ike her, Perhaps. It viii .
,ost nothing to inquire. We went down Centre +
t. with light heart; we turned into Cross ST., with
| step buoycd by hope, We stood the corner Of I
Little Water st. and looked 'rouad iuqHringlr Of
he spirit, and mentally aid, 'whiclt MY nows.-
The answer was far oit scream of dispair. We !
TODD still with au open ear ior the oHnI Of pray.
7, followed by a sweet hymn Of praise 10 Cod wet
Up from the Site Of the Old BrsRary, IN whieb We.
oined, thankful that that was no longer the abode
,f all the worstcrm ever concentrated und, one
oof. Harl1 step approaches. Our unseen gajie
whispered "asl him 1t was curious question
o ask stranger, IN such strange place. particu- :
arly one like him, haggari with over much care.
oil or mental labor. Prematurely- old. lis DAYS
hortened by ovpr-work in young years, as his fnr-
owed face and almost phrenzed eye auridly indi- :
ates as We see the fiash Of the lamp upon his dark
lisage, rs he approached with that pecaliar Amer
can step which impelsthe body forwaflat Fail-Trad
pced. Shall we get out of his way before he walks
,yer US? What if he is crazy man? No; the
nirit Was ri0bt M IA lee IA "a hero IL L thai GOOD