New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1853-09-01

low. We. ringing IN HE ears He heard nc.hn--thcnsh
of nothing else Poor Tom He carried heavy heart 10
sIsepess bed tia. nigh.
Bach IN Anthony TO Centre then Up hst one box and
We stood and contemplated that great ~'mber gray s'one
building which Ills whole SQUARE, booking down gconiy
upon the multitude no REX in Misery OF the opposite soc
Of s s.reo or Edrsue their neariOus schemes OF cri'
within the very shadow OF the Tomos Aias pr'-onS
prevent not crimes nor does Incarceration work reformation
uron such a. dwell in such tenemanis have just Ns
tied
II Is but step from The palace 20 the tomb
True and - it seemed this night for we had fairly
azed the fact that passed the short step OF two
squares between the CRY pr>on-ihe rcmbs-and Broad
way STOOD looking into that Crca; palace hall on the
corner OF FrankInst known Taylor Saloon.
Was eating AMI drinking temptation more gorgeous
ly fitted up How the gilt and carving and elabFate skin
Of the painters AT glfers in the than sunlight spen
der hundred sparkling gas burners Are the windows
oTon No The feet long plates OF glass arc 50 clear
from .pe,k II seems though it were open space LooS
IN II s midnight Is all still DO the tired servant,
sleep No They di,ng up and down with noiseless
trad furnish late suppers and health destroying uxses
to \. 81 Of men and gay dressed Is the palace
ofluNuryts but step beyond to the home Of the Rag
Pickers Daughter 5 here that the first step taken
which leads namy ike tina; Of that daughters mother
here iha; be whose trade seduction wakoh unshamd
MONDAY pOwls midnight to select his victims rs
here that mothers suffer young daughters to come at this
timely midnight hour drink light wines eat ice
cram. druggd with passion exciting vanilla a. ha ha "
laughed the ond passed on, rag picking mothers
not the only who traffic away the virtue of young
daughters in this rum flooded cry"
What. said we passed on ii all the misspent
shncs than wasted in this palace dropt into
he treasury of the House of Industry 20
Cow Bay, Farows Court, and Rotten Row would be
more and my occupation would be gone said the hend
II no, be Dry up and murder would cease aud
Misery have no home here II be orr trale is
IN danger must alarm my friends r'
And he caered his cloven foot down the steps OF
by cellar where there loud sounds OF basphemous
wtrds the noise OF nging glasses, and much wrangng
Tlen understood why he said trade for none
but devils deal in IT,
Ii late next morning said Mr. Pease, when woke
up end then lay in sort OF dreamy revere thinking wha,
word of good could do If had plenty of means until
near ten O'Clock Finally heard an uneasy step outside
my door and at length seemed approach and
then there was t.mid rap.
Nav come in p
Yes Tom. come in What is it Tom p
If You please Sir want to 90 away today
Oh 70 Tom, don 20 away today YOU remember what
you promised to do for Madal.na.
Yes ST and am gong TO do It, am going 10 see
where they put her and then viii plant flower there AMI
will water too and that e not all that am going to
DO with either before | die. | am going TO learn
people TO drink it and not drink rum
Gong TO see where they put her p
Yes Sir
Tenn DO understand you 2
:" | don know Sir, she did
Tell me my boy what you mean You little
wild your eyes are very red Did you sleep any last
nipltl'
Sleep could you sleep, with those words ringing in
your cars all night Her last wordsshc never spoke
again.
By this time had reached the window | looked out'
There was rocr house hearse in Cow Bay little ccf
fin was brought down and put in and it moved away 1t
carried The Rag pekers Daughter