The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1854-01-04
you shall see, and then we will talk about

we were soon lnreaolnS narrow al
ley, where pestilence walketh in darkness,
and crime, wretched poverty and filthy
misery, go hand in hand to destruction.
"Behold," said our friend, "the fruits OF
our City excise. Here is the profit OF
money spent for license to kill the body
and damn the SOUL" Proven by the aw-
ful curses and loud blows of drunken
husband upon wife, once an ornament
of society, and exemplary member of a
Christian Church, that came up out of one
Of the low cellars. which human beings
call by the holy name of home.
The fetid odour Of this filthy lane had
been made more fetid by the late and al
most scalding hot rains, until it seemed to
US that such an air was only fit for char
mel house. With the thermometer at Sc,
at midnight. how could men live in such a
place. below the surface of the earth
Has rum rendered them proof against the
effect of carbonc acid gas?
We groped our way along TO the foot
Of an outside stair case, where our con-
ductor paused for moment, calling our
attention to the spot. "Here," said Mr..
Pease. "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 10 her door? Our friend stared,
but did not comprehend the expression
"Be CAREFUL" said he, "the stairs are very
old, and slippery
"Beat hcr!" said we, without regarding
what he was saying.
"Yes, beat her, while she was in fever
rallied. She has never spoken nationally,
since she was taken. Her constant pray
er seems 10 be to see some particular per-
son before she dies"
ooh. if ! could see him once moro
there-there-tha is him-no, no, he did
not speak that way to me-he did not
curse and beat mes
"Such is her conversation and that in
duced her mother to send for me, but |
was not the man. "Will he comet" 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 moment at the open door.
where sin and misery dwelt, where sick
ness 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 ligh,
Of a miserable lamp,
That voice. We could not be mistaken
We could not enter. Let US wait mo-
uent in the open air, for there is a chok-
ing sensation coming over US.
"Come in' said our friend.
"Will he come?'
ing!y toward the Missionary as the sound
Of his voice was recognized.
'.She is much weaker to night" said her
mother, in quite lady-like manner. fol-
the sense OF her drunken wrong to her dy-
ing child had kept her sober, ever since
she had been sick, 'but she is quite delir-
ious, and all the time talking about some
man that spoke kindly to her one night
and gave her money to buy bread"
| "Will he comet"
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, peerng through
the semi-darkness, as if in search of some
thing heard but unseen"
"Katy, darling said her NJ other, "wha
is the matter!"
"Where is he, mother? lie is here.
heard him speak,
"Yes, yes. sweet little innocent. he is
here, kneeling by your bedside. There
lay down, you are very sick"
"Only once, just once, let me put my
arms around your neck, and kiss you
just as used to kiss papa. had papa
once, when we lived in the big house
there. there-Oh, / did want to see you te
thank you for the bread and the cakes.
was very hungry, and it did taste so goot
|-and little Sis, she walked up, and she ca
and eat, and after a while she went te
sleep with piece In her hand, and | wen
to sleep and slept good while. | though
| was asleep in the Park, and somebody
stole all my corn, and my mother whip
me for it, but Icould not help it. Oh dear
feel sleepy now. can't talk any more
| am very tired. canno. see; the candl,
has gone out. think am going to die
thank you; wanted 10 thank you for tn.
bread-I thought you would not come
Good bye, Sisse-good bye, Sisse-yo'
will come = mother-don 't--drink-an,
more--Mother, good b."
"'Tis the last of earth," said the goot
man at our side-let US pray.
Reader, Christian reader, little Katy i
in her grave. Prayers for her are unavail
ing. There are in this City thousan,
just such cases. Prayers for them are I'm
availing. Faith without works wont wor
reform. A faithful, prayerful resolution
to work out that reform which will save yo
from reading the recital Of such scenes
such fruits of the rum trade as this belor
you, work together for your own and 9th
ers' good. Go forth and listen; if yo
hear little voice crying hot corn. think {
poor Katy, and of the hosts Of innocent
slain by that remorseless tyrant, rum. G
, forth and seek a better spirit to rule owe
US. Cry aloud, "will he Gomez" and tn
answer will be, syes, he is here"