Grass Valley telegraph., 1853-10-06

made more fetid by the late and almost scald-
! ing hot rains, until it seemed to us that such
an air was only fit for charnel house. With
| the thermometer at So, at midnight. how
Gould men live in such place, below the
surface of the earth. Has rum rendered
them proof against the effect of carbonic acid
gas?
we CROPPED our way along to the foot of an
outside stairs case, where our conductor
paused Tor moment, calling our attention
to the spot Here" said Mr.. Pease, :: 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, be-
cause she had not sold all her corn''
"Great and unknown Cause, hast thou
brought us to her door 2" Our friend stared.
but did not comprehend the expression. g Be
careful said he5f the stairs are very old,
and slippery"
:. But hear!" said we, without regarding
what he was saying
:" Yes, beat her, while she was in 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"
ooh, if could see him once more-there
-there-that is him-no, no, he did not speak
that way to me-he did not curse and beat
me-"
Such is her conversation, and that in
duced her mother to send for me- but was
not the man. Will he come p she says, every
time visited 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 soon enter.
"Will he come? ?"
A faint voice came up from a low bed in
one corner, seen by the very dim light of
miserable lamp.
That voice. We could not be MISTAKEN
We could not enter. Let us wait a moment
in the open air, for there is a choking sensa-
ton coming over us.
"Come in" said our friend.
"Will he comew
Two hands were stretched out imploringly
toward the Missionary, as the sound of his
voice was recognised
"She is much weaker tonight" said her
mother, in quite lady like 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 delirious, and all the
time talking about some man that spoke
kindly to her one night; and gave her money
to buy bread"
"Will he Gomez"
Yes, yes, through the guidance of the
good spirit that guides the world, and leads
us by unseen paths. through dark places. he
has Gomez
The little emaciated form started up in bed,
and a pair of beautiful soft blue eyes glanced
around the room, peering through the semi
darkness, as if in search of something heard
but unseen.
Katy, darling" said the mother, "what
is the matters"
Where is he, mother? He is here heard
him speak"
eyes, yes, sweet little innocent, he is here,
kneeling by your bedsides. There, lay down,
you are very SICK" m
"Only once, just once, let me put my arms
around your neck, and kiss you just as used
lived in the big house-there, there-Oh, l
and the cakes; was very hungry, and it did
taste so good-and little Sis, she walked up,
and she eat and eat and after while shs went
to sleep with piece in her hand, and 1 went
to sleep; havn't | been asleep good while?
L GnOuRn6 L Was dSI0ep Ill Gu0 L drh, d1u SOulo-
body stole all my corn, and my mother whipt
me for it, but could not help it. Oh dear,
feel sleepy now. can't talk any more
am very tired. cannot see; the candle has
gone out 1 think am going to die. thank
you I wanted to thank you; l wanted to
thank you for the bread thought you would
not come. Good bye-Sissee, good bye, Sis
see--you will come mOther-don't- drink
any more -Mother-good be-
"'Tis the last of earth. " said the good man
at our side-let us pray.
Reader, Christian reader, little Katy is in
her grave. Prayers for her are unavailing:
Faith without works wont work reform. A
faithful, prayerful resolution, to work out
that reform which will save you from reading
the recital of such scenes-such fruits of the
rum trade as this before you, will work to-
gether for your own and Others good. Go
forth and listen. IF you hear little voice
crying hot corn think of poor Katy, and of
the hosts of innocents slain by that remorse-
less tryant, rum. Go forth and seek better
spirit to rule over us. Cry aloud, Twill he
come :" and the answer will be, Eyes, yes, he
is here"
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