The Jeffersonian Democrat. [volume] (Chardon, Ohio) 1854-1865, 1859-03-18
A Touching Story.

n few weeks since a house of ill-fame was
destroyed by fire in Cincinnati, and in the
ilumrs persisted beautiful though unfortu.
nate aud fallen girl. Among tho ruins of
her things was found the following deeply
affecting sketch. 1t was tue expression of
her inmost thoughts, and it reveals tho work
ings of true and womanly heart which vice
in its most degraded forms had not entirely
30 eIrod. All what a sad, sOrrowiul history
is contained in those short lines" have
never known kind father or mothers care
ia sister or brothers love" You that
have all these, prize them we'll, and take
warning from this zone moro unfortunate"
and tread not in the paths of sin -
Nome o, home magical, all powerful
word, home Oft havo | wished for home
ono that could return to after u long
absence, whom, us now, wearied and per-
picked with many cares of this cold world,
could find retirement there and be welcomed
by kind friends; be greeted by those have
known in innocent childhood. But, alas
those joys arc not for me. have heard
others talk of their pretty homes and aristo-
cratic palaces, but wish not for these, nor
could wish for proud palace for my home
only an humble one; yot have not this.
have never known kind fathers or mothers
have all been lost to mo. My infant steps
were not guarded by mothers hand, or my
infant lips taught by mothers gentle voice
to lisp prayer to God. am all alone
without friend in the world. tor l have
placed an insurmountablo barrier between
mo and all that is good and pure. | can
never associate with those that are respected
and esteemed My home is in the vile
haunts of the abandoned; my companions
are the depravod ones whose voices are ever
mingled with oaths. Oft-times hear others
say this is u gay ito, with all its helIish ex.
| element aud all its would. be uxuriousness.
but God hath said the wages Of sin is
DEATH
They do not think that when they come
to die, poor, forsakeI outcasts, without Il
friend--for when their beauty has faded and
their health is gone, even their vile com
paniOns will forsako them, and leave them
to die in tho hospital and be buried in the
! Potter's field lt makes mo wretched to
think that this may soon be my fate. A few
more short wears, and | will DO forgotten by
those who now call themselves my friends
There are many who profess TO be myfriends,
| but | would give naught for their friendship,
Too oft have seen the look of pity ming
| led with scorb cast upon me by those who
think me far beneath Them. They too, have
often laid their heads upon my breast and
swOro, by the God that gave them life, that
they loved mo but little did they know
how regarded their oaths. have met
kind and generous mon, whom have loved
very much; yet when think under what
circumstances l have met them, cannot
think of them with q pleasant thought. but
remember them with bitter feeling, which
makes me miserable. shall soon leave this
place, and hope to find home where
will be more happy and will try to forget
many, many things, and look upward to put
my trust in my Father which is in heaven,
and he will not desert me, although earthly
friends may vanish like the dew before the
morning sun.