Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1856-10-25
AN stell0ueOus.
A POOR HOUSE AMONG THE cH1vA1RY.
Prom "Justicc In the rys Woys,H by F.C Adams. Published
by liverntorc Is ltudd, Now York.

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ny liyerntorc 8 liudd, New York.
A low, squatty building, with a rcd, moss-covor-
ed root, two lean chimneys pccping out, the win
dows blockaded with dirt, and situated in one Of
the b~yelanos Of the city, is our poor-housc, stand
ing half hid behind u Grabbed old wall, and look
ing very like q much-ncglCcted Quaker church IN
vegetation. We boast much Of cur Institutions,
and this being II sample Of them, we hold IT in
great reverence. You may say that nothing so for
chilly illustrates Estate Of society as the character
of its institutions for tho care OF those uaiurtunate
beings whom a capricious nature has deprived OF
their reason. We agree with you. We see our
poor-house crumbling to the ground with decay,
yet imagine it, or affect to Imagine it, a very grand
edifce, in every way suited to the wants OF such
rough ends Of humanity rs are found In 1t. Lake
Satan, we are unVuJstiuning believers in ourselves
and singulariy clever IN hndlng apologies ZOE al
great crimes.
At the door Of the Poor-house stands a dilapida-
ted hoarse, to which an old gray horse Is attached.
A number of buzzard have gltherl about aim and
turn their heads suspiciously now and then' ana
seem medilating a descent upon has bones at no
very distant day. Iladam casts a glance at the
henrse,and the poor old horse, and the cawing buz-
yards. then follows Tom, timidly, to the door. lie
has rung the bell. and soon there stands before
them, in the damp door way, a tusSy old man, with
a very broad, red face, aud a very blunt nose, ana
two very dull, gray eyes, which he l%Jrtiies with n
pair of massive framed spcctaclcs, that have a pas
sion for getting upon the tip-ond Of his broad blunt
nose.
'There, you want to see somebody Always
somebody wanted to be seen, when we have dead
folks to get rid Of" mutters the old man, queru-
lousy, then looking inquiringly at the VISITORS
Tom says theT we would like to 60 over the prem
Uses. "Ics-know you would. Amt so dull Hut
i can see what folks want " hen they look in here"
The old man, his countenance wearing an express
sion of stupidity, runs his dingy fingers over the
crown Of his bald head, and seems questioning
within himself whether to admit them. I'm not
- -, 4A L. - L.. 3l, pvNrr1gl
than speaks, but you can come in-I'm of a good
family-and III call Glentworthy, Pm old
can't get about much. Wen all get old The
building seems in a very bad temper generally.
Mr.. Gientworthy is called. MIR. Glentworthy,
with a %profane e~xpletive, pops his head out ut the
top of the stairs, and inquiries who wants him
The visitors have advanced into Il Little, narrow
passage, numbered with all sorts of rubbish, and
swarining with flies. Mr.. Snddlerock (fOr this is
the old mans name seems in Il declining mood,
the building seems in a declining mood, Mr.. Client
worth seems i'll a declining mood-eyery thing you
look at seems in Il dccling mood. "As if hadn't
enough to do, gettin off this dead cribber! ~ inter
polates Mr.. G~lcntworthy, Withdrawing his wicked
face, and taking himself back into u room on the
left.
HES not so bad a man, only it doesn't come
out at frst;'' pursues Mr.. Saddlerock, continuing
20 rub his head, and to fuss round on his toes
His mind, Madam Montrord verify believes
stuck in a fog. w must wait a bit" says the
old man, his lace seeming 10 eIunSale' IOu CHh
look about-there's not much to be seen, and what
there is-well, it's not the finest MIR. Saddle
rock shuf1es his feet and then shufles himself into
a small, side room. Through the building there
breathes a warm, sickly atmospherei the effect has
left its marks upon the sad waning countenNhceS
of Its unfortunate inmates.
Tom and Madam Montford set out 10 explore
the establishment. They enter room after room,
find them small dark and filthy, beyond descrip
ton. Some are crowded with half-naked, habbJ
- ~. 900, r,,, fn,os and uyal1StnrNn
aspect, tells a sorrowf full tale Of the chiya.ry.
An abundant supply of profane works, IN vel
low and red covers, would indeed seem to hay'
been substituted for food, which to the shame Q
our commissioners, be it said, is a scarce artlcl
here. Cooped u in another little room, alter tn
fashion of wild beasts in a cage, are seven poo
idiots, whose foriorn condition, sad, dull counte
nances, as they sit round q table, staring vacant
at one another, like mummies in contemplation
form a wild but singularly touching picture Fac
countenance paies before the seeming study OF 1t
opponent, until, enraptured and amazed, the
break out into a wild, hysterical laugh. And thu
poisoned, Gtarved, and left to die, does time Wit
these poor mortals fleet on.
The visitors ascend to the second story. A shu
fling of feet in a room at the top of the stairs e.
cites their curiosity. Mr.. Glentworthy's vote
CRATES harshly on the ear, in language We cannc
insert in this history. "Our high families neVe
look into low placcs-chance if the commissions
has looked in here for years" says Tom, obSerVln
ma1lDl NlUllliuIu lIONCSN { IA''Ia''HS $50" w."
her perfumed cambric. "There is a principle Q
economy carried out-and a very nice principle
toe, in getting these poor out OF the world as qulcI
as possible" Tom pushes open a door, and, heaV
ems! what a sight is here. He stands aghast II
the dOo~rway-Madam, on tip-t0e, peers anXlousl.
in over his shoulders. Mr.. Glentworthy and tw'
negroes-tho former slightly inebriated, the latte
trembling of fright-are preparing to box up
~lifelcss mass, lying carelessly upon the floor. In
distorted features, the protusion OF long, red nan
-.,r,,l G,na and thp Et1lZVnT,h tt
ure, shed some light upon the identity OF tie d
ceased.
"Who is it ?" calculates Mr.. Glontworthy, in r
sponce to an inquiry from Tom. Mr.. Glentwortf
shrues his shoulders, and commences whlstllng
tune. THAT cove ~ he resumes, having stopp'
short in his tune--"men that don't know that Gov
never had much to do with politics. Stuffed mo
ballot boxes, cribbed more voters, and knock
down more slip-shod citi2ens-that cove has, tina
nut 'em all together, would make q South Caro-
ma regiment. A mighty man among politician
he was! Now the devil has cribbed him-he
know how good it isl" Mr., Glentworthy said ii
with an Fir Of superlatiye satisfaction, resumil
his tune. The dead man is Miman Mingle, t
vote cribber, who died Of the wounds he receiv
at the hands of an antagonist, whom he was e
deavoring 10 block out" while going to the po
TO cast his vote. Big politician, bat had no home
~says madam, with u sigh.
Mr.. G~lentworthy soon had what remained OF t
vote-cribl er-the mar to whom SO many were
debted tor their hiSh oHCes-ihto" ucaI DOA' d
the deal box into the old hearse, and the old heal
driven by a mischieVous negro, Fastening to IL
great crib to which we must all go. Visitors
Mr.. Glentworthy smiles, must not question (
way We do business here; ! get no pay, and Their
only old Slddlerock and me to do all the work
Old Saddlerock, you see, is a BIT of a miser, a
having a large family Of small Sa6dlerocks to ?
vide for. scrapes what be can into his own peck
No one is the wiser. They can't be-they ne'
come in" Ny G%leniworthy, in reply toa gu
ton from Madam Montford, says Mag Mund
(he has some faint reccllection Of herr was tw
in the house, which he dignifes with the title
institution, She never was in tAe mad eel
TO bis recollection. Them what get the
mostly die there" A gift of two dollars seeuf
NJ GlnntunrlhuIs serrines- and restores him