The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1858-12-09

bloated in visage they come and move around
with tottering steps they seem to talk to each
other in drunken, tnatdlin tone; but shrill
above the din may be heard the oath and the
curse that roll naturally, alike from old and
young in that neighbofhood. There are police
uniforms and the light occasionally flashes from
their shields as they bear something heavy be-
tween them down the fickety filthy stairway.
Now, as they reach the level of the sidewalk,
the crowd seems to gather closer around them,
and the light shines brighter upon each face, re-
vealing deeper shade of haggard awe. Soon
we hear loud-voiced boy cry out, "a dead
woman !"
A dead woman But is that all Eighteen
years ago she was the pet child of doting pa
rents, who loved and spoiled her. In her child
have said, "What pretty little grill" You
might have said it truly, for her features were
still regular We cannot tell the yicissitudes
through which the poor thing passed, between
that long gone day and the present so sad an
end of life She may have fallen an unwilling
victim to the seducer's art; she may have been,
trained to life of prostitution - there are
young girls trained to such ends all around these
Points to-day = taught that it is life of mirth
and ease and their sensibilities early deadened
to its shame. To rescue little girls and boys
from so sad an end, is the mission of the House
of Industry.
This morning, this that is now 81 dead wo-
man might have been seen staggering along
the street; to-day, at noon, she sat on the side
walk nearly opposite our house, leaning against
the fence of the Park. They saw her try to
raise her hand, that trembled like O leaf in the
wind, up to her head, and then they saw both
head and hand sink trembling down to her drawn
up knee. Soon after, kind policeman came
and aided her to her home-she called it her
home In that corner Once inside the door, she
laid herself down along the side Of the passage
way and slept. Boys and girls ran in and out,
and men and women went cursing up and down,
and still she slept. Many kick she got from
passers by. At length, some woman less british
than the rest wondered as she gazed, that the
drunken woman slept so long. She tries to
wake her, withous success. She turns her face
up from the floor, then drops it, and runs fright
ened into the street - it is dead woman =
Lights are soon brought, policeman comes, a
policemans rap brings his partner, and with him
gathers a crowd fit representatives of pande-
monium. They stand and gaze and shudder.
The policemen soon place what is left of the
long since mothers pet in rough hand-cart,
and so she is conveyed to the Dead House
The crowd stand a moment and gaze, then re-
turn to the accustomed channels, and the waves
of just such deaths roll on again.
I'VE whom God has surrounded with barri-
ers that protect you from such fate, rejoice
with trembling, and seek to throw saving in
huence around some little child that plays un-
hurt beside the river of death, lest it fall into
the rapids and be hurled hopelessly over that
fearful Niagara of Intemperance and Vice that
left nothing but a dead woman of what was
once beautiful flower, and a sweet child of
promise. ~ Y Tribune.
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