The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-10-26

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know you're out, poor useless toadl am
afraid that you have no mother. nor never
had. @}A aas g isf'7a ~ 'fts as.l
You are of no more use in this world
than time-piece in beaver dam, hair
mattress in hog pen. You fill no larger
space in tue worlds eye than the toe nail
of mosquito would in market house, or
a stump tailed dog in all out doors. you
are as little thought OF as the fellow who
knocked his grandmother lasttooth down
her throat. and as for your brains.t ten
thousand such could be preserved in
drop of brandy and have as much sea room
as tadpole in Lake Superior! and as for
your ideas. you have but one, and that is
stamped on your skull in letters an inch
deep, that tailors and females were made
to be gulled by you, and tlfat all may en-
Wy your appearance. Poor. useless to-
bacco worm, you are a case. Does your
mother know you're out! II isunch time.
so start, buy toddy on tick from some
good natured landlord. and eatIunch un-
til you are as tight as a drum. sneak 10 bed
and think OF nothing until you fall asleep,
TO dream of apes, pants, straps. and tall
or's bills. not to awake until the dinner
calls you to eat again. Q esa gsff
How many harmless. shallow mortals
of another order GO skulking about on the
surface Of the worlds great waters without
an aim. and without motive. guided by
chance. whim or impulse, like a mellow
bug in a pig eddy under shady willow.
until they are swallowed up by the greedy
bass Of death, and the first thing they know
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ways think poor bug, your mother don't
know you're out l a
How many silly ones neglect their bust
ness and get alter some fools pleasure
and chase it like a boy after butterfly.
until they wear out their constitution, beat.
ing the ground in the hopes Of catching The
swift phaniom. and finally iall into some
hidden pit. covered with flowers. to rise no
more!a then think poor tool. your moth
er don know you're out-and you won't
be out again. asoGs.s ~ $. ..a -
o When iasae a young man step into the
skf Of dissipation and start down the
stream Of pleasure. using the oars Of i'm
pudence. while folly holisatho helm. pass
ing thc shores of proprieiy faster than a
streak of lightning could pass sick crow,
destruction. and dashed. into atoms as a
drop Of water from a four story roof and
then ask OF mys Ii. Tor can't ask of him.
did his mother know that he was out!-
When | see boy leaving the prison door.
after long and ,lreary confinement, with
"a pale face and withered hanis. his steps
weak and tottering. and skuiking along.
lodging all he meets, like a guilty thing
shutting his eyes from the tisuli glare~ oil
daylight, cut from the socieiy oflhis fellow
beins Is, for some trivial offeace committed
in the thoughtfalness Offering boyhood.
when if mild treatmenthad been resnrted
to and the crime buried in silence4and in,
ducements held out for him TO ti,n,, well
OF himself. perhaps that boy migi,tshave
been saved from ofhtreadingsihe slippery road
of villainy. Isay see this think
OF the grey haired mother at home, a hoy
ell can be called home. the scaldmg tears
ofmisery chasing each other off her high
cheek bones. and her bany hands shaking
with age and sorrow Tor her; only hope.
her son. while her boilerl looking eyes rest
on nothing; sayt myself. poor, suffer
ing woman, you dom, know hess ontl yes.
he's out OF Jail. outof money, nh OF friends,
out Of crs,lit, and ont i,2oa the world, a
scoundrel the rest OF his days. all lorFtheI
commission and puuishmantlo OF a boyish
crime. So the worll goes. and so it viii
continue to go till run down. and 1 begin
to think that few OF our mothors know that
we're out. We viii beedisniissed