The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1853-09-29

which human beings cali by the holy name
Of home
The fetid odonr Of this filthy lane had
been made more letid by the late and almost
scalding hot rains, until it seemed to US that
auch an air was only fit for a eharnel house.
With the thermometer at Sc, at midnight,
how could men live in such d place, below
the surface OF the earth. Has run rendered
them proof against the effect Of carbonic
acid gas!
We CROPPED our way along to the foot Of
an outside stairs ease, where our conductor
paused for moment, calling our attention
to the spot. slIere,a said Mr., pcase, "the
little sufferer we are going to see, tainted a
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, 'sthc stairs are very
old and slippery"
''Beat herr" said we, without regarding
what he was saying.
ayes, beat her, while she was in a 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"
sob, if could see him once more-there
-there-that is hm--no, no, he did not
speak that way to me--he did not curse and
beat me-
ssSuch is her conversation, and that in
duced her mother to send for me, but | was
not the man sWill 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 IL 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 low bed in
one corner, seen BY the very dim light Of Il
miserable lamp.
That voice We could not be mistaken.
We could not enter. Let us wait moment
in the open air. for there is a choking sensa-
ton coming over us.
"Come in" said our friend.
'.Will he come!'
Two hands were stretched out implor-
ingly toward the Missionary, as the sound
Of lis voice was recognised.
.sha is much weaker tonight" said
her mother, in quite lady like manner,
for the sense of her drunken wrong to her
diving child had kept her sober ever since
she had been sick. .ont 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"
sWlI he come!"
Eyes, yes, through the guidance Of the
good spirit that guides the world. and leads
us by unseen paths, through dark places:
he has come
The little emaciated form started up in
bed and pair OF beautiful soft blue eyes
glanced around the room, pecring through
the sem-darkness, as if in search of some
thing heard bat unseen.
Katy, darling said her mother, 'What
Is the matterg'
I Where is he, mother! He is here,
heard him speak"
/ Yes, yes, sweet little innocent, he is
here, knecling by your bedside. There, lay
down, You arc very sick"
! "Oniy once, just once, 1T me put my arms
around your neck, aud kiss you just as
used to kiss papa. had papa once, when
we lived in the big housc-there, there
1 Oh, did want to see yon to thank you tor
! the bread 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 d
while she went to sleep; havn't been asleep
| good while! thought | 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. |
can't talk any more. am very tired. ]
cannot see; the candle has gone out. ]
think am going to die. thank you; |
wanted to thank YOU for the bread-l thought
YOU would not come. Good bye-Sissec,
good bye, Sissae-you will come-mother
--ion't-drink-any more-4lother-good
b.
''Ts the last Of EARTH said the good man
at our side-''let us pray"
Reader, Christian reader, little katy is III
her grave. Prayers for her are unavailing.
There are in this City thousand just such
eases Prayers for them are unavaiilng.
Faith without works wont work reform. A
faithful, prayeriul resolution, t. work out
that reform which will save you from read
inc the recital Of such scenes-such fruits
OF the rum trade a. this before you, will
work together for your own and others
good Go forth and listen. If you hear a
little voice crying hot corn, think of poor
KATY. ard OF the hosts otinnOcents slain by
that ramorseless tyrant, rum. 60 forth aud
seek better spirit to raie over US. Cry
aloud, "will he comet" and the answer will
be, eyes, yes, he is here