The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1853-09-30

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lufe slepl-becnuse her child had no
made profit which would have enabled
her, more freely 10 indulge in the, soul
aod,body' destroying vice Of Drunkenness
to which she bad fallen from an estate
when "my carriage" was one Of th,
"housebold words" which used to gree
The young ears of tina. poor little death
alncken, neglected street sufferer.
1t was past midnigh, when she awoke
and found herself, with desperate effof,
just able 10 reach the bottom OF the
rickety stairs which led 10 her home
We shall not 60 up now. In lh'le
while, render, you shall see where ligs
The city poor. $L'
Tired, worn with the daily toil--fol
such is the work Of nn editor who caters
for the appettes Of his morning readers
we were not present the next night 10
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 ocrcss the park, or wormed its
way from some cracked fiddle voice down
The s,seet, up and around the conner; or
out Of some dark alley, with broken
English accent, that sounded almost as
much like "lager bier" as i, did like the
commodity the immigrant, struggling To
exc our his plecarions existence, wished
10 sell. All over this great 7overty>bur>
dened, and wicked-waste, cxtrayagant
city. at this season, that cry goes up,
nightly proclniming one Of The habits OF
This late supper eating people.
ayes, we missed lha, cry. "IIo, corn"
was no longer like the music of strInged
instrument 10 weary man, for the
,reble.s'rng was broken, and, to us, the
harmony spoiled.
Wha, was that voice to US? 1t was bu,
one of the ten thousand, Just ss miser-
able, which may be daily heard where
human misery hns its abode. That voice,
ns some others have, did not haunt us,
but ils absence, in spite OF all reasoning,
made us feel uneasy. We do no, believe
in spirit manifestations half as strongly
As some Of The nincompoops Of this world
would have their Iong-euIed listeners
think, yet we do believe there is spiri,
in man, not yet made manifest, which
makes us yearn nfler co-existiOg sPirirs
in this sphere and in this life, and lhn,
there is no need Of going beyond it, seek
ing a(ler strange idols.
We shall no! stop to enquire whether
it was spirit Of "she first, third, or SIKH
sphere" that prompted us as we left onT
desk one evening, TO 60 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; perhnps il was the spirit OF
no matter. il led, and we fnl>
lowed in the route wc hnd seen that
li,,le one go before-i. was our only cue
we knew no name--had no number,
nor knew no one that knew her whom
we we're going to find. Yes, we knew
lla, good Missionary, and sbe had told us
Of The good words which lie mad spoken.
but would he know her from The hun
dred jus, like her? Perhaps. l, will
cos, nothing no inqnire. We wen down
Centre street with light heart; We
turned INTO Cross street with step
buoyed by hope; we stood at the corner
Of Little Wafer street and looked round
of the spirit, and mentally
snid, "which way now" The answer
was fur.otf scream of despair. We
stood still with an open ear, for the sound
of prayer, followed by sweet hymn of
praise to God, went up from the site o!
the Old Brewery, in which we joined,
that that was NJ longer The
abode of all the worst crimes ever con
cenlialed under one roof. Hark, step
approaches. Our unseen guide whispered,
"ask him." Il were curious question
to ask stranger, in such strange place,
particularly one like him, haggard with
over>much care, toll or mental labor.
PremaIurely old, his days shortened BY
over-work in young years. as his !urrowed
face and almos, phrcnsied eye hurrledly
Indicates, as we see The fash Of the lamp
upon his dark visage, us he approaches
with that peculiar American step which
impels the body forward al railroad speed.
Shall we get OF, of his way before he
walks over us? Wha, if he is c,ozy
man? No; the spirit was night-no
false raps here. |, is ,ha, good Mission
ary. Tba, man who has done more 10
reform tha, den of crime, the Five Points
of New York, than all TIE Municipal
Authorities of this Police-hun.ing, and
Prison, punishing City, where misfortune
is deemed crime, or the unfortunate
driven 10 il, by the way they are treated,
instead Of being reformed, or strength
ened in their resolution 10 reform. by
hard words rather than Prison bars. "Sir,"
said Mr.. Pease, "what brings you here a,
this time Of night, for know there is an
object; can aid youf'
"Perhaps.. ] don't know-a foolish
whim--a little child--one of the miser'
able, with drunken mother"
"Come with me, then. There are
uany such. am jus, going 10 visit one,