The Ohio organ, of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, [Ohio]) 1853-1854, 1853-09-16

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which would have enabled her more
freely to indulge in the soul and.body.
destroying vice of drunkenness, to which
she had fallen from an estate when
"my carriage" was one of the ''house-
hold words" which used to greet the
/ young ears Of that poor little death
stricken neglected street sufferer.
/ 1t was past midnight when she
awoke, and found herself with des.
perate effort just able to reach the bot
tom of the ricketty stairs which led to
her home. We shall not go up now,
In a little while, reader, you shall see
where live the City poor.
Tired-worn with the daily toll
for such is the work of an editor who
caters for the appetites Of his morning
readers-we were not present the next
night to note the absence Of that cry
from its accustomed spot; but the next,
and next, and still on we listened in
vain-that voice was not there True
the same hot corn cry, came floating
upon the evening breeze across the
the park, or wormed lis way from
some cracked fiddle voice down the
street, up and around the corner; or
out Of some dark alley with a broken
English AGENT, that sounded almost
as much like "lager bier' as it did
like the commodity the immigrant,
struggling to exc out his precarious ex-
istence, wished 10 sell. All over this
great poverty burdened, and wicked
waste extravagant City, at this season,
that cry goes up, nightly proclaiming
one of the habits of this late supper
ea'ing people. d n g.
Yes, we missed that cry. "Iot
corn" was no longer like the music Of
a stringed instrument to weary man,
for the treble-string was broken, and,
to US, the harmony spoiled.
What was that voice to us? 1t was
but one Of the ten thousand, Just as
miserable, which may be 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 1nanifes-
tations half so strongly as some Of
the nincompoops Of this world would
have their lopg-eared listeners think
yetwe do believe there is a spirit in
man, not yet made manifest, which
makes us yean after co-exsting spirits
in this sphere and in this life, and that
there is no need Of going beyond its
seeking after strange idols. oa,.
We shall notstop to inquire whether
it was spirit Of 'the first third, or
sixth sphere" that prompted us as VIC
left our desk one evening, to go down
among the abodes of the poor, with a
feeling of certainty that we should see
or hear something of the lost voice,
for that spirit led us on; perhaps it
was the spirit Of curiosity; no matter,
it led and we followed in the route we
had seen that little one go before-it
was our only cue-we knew no name
had no number, nor knew no one
that knew her whom we were going
to find. Yes, we knew that good Mis-
sionary, and she had told us Of the
good words which he had spoken, but
would he know her from the hundred
just like herl Perhaps. 1t will cost
nothing to inquire. We went down
Centre st. with light heart; we turned
into Cross-st. with a step buoyed by
hope; we stood at the corner of Little
Water-st. and looked around inqui-
ringly of the spirit, and mentally
said which way now? The answer
was far off scream of dispair. We
stood still with an open ear, for the
sound Of prayer, followed by a sweet
hymn of praise to God, went up
from the site of the Old Brewery, in