The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1860-03-02
MANITOWOC. WIS, FRIDAY, MARCH 2 1860.

voice of many waters, was pouring into
7 his ear, while the people shouted
Thou uujdst Judge. Thou hypo-
critic"
Sill the covering figure of the poor
street walker, with its casped hands and
! streaming eyes, wavered before him. Did
/ she hear the accusation? Was her soul
stung to madness because of the injustice,
/ the hypocrisy of man! 1t might be, for
/ Ia" tears came faster now, and the cheeks
grew more ghastly. The Judge essayel
twice, thrice 10 speak-but the words
would not come, and his lips were ice
cold.
& IN this poor, sinful creature" cried
the shade, in that same indescribable tone,
= behold your wretched child In this
I old nan-this miserable wreck, ruined by
/ intemperance and tie anguish Of blighted
hopes, behold my father-now broken.
heartcd--he whose humble door you en-
tered to break faith, prove recreant to
manhood, curse far name and bring
desoIation to a loving household From
that roof YOU went-a more than murder
er-fFom that Ioof | was carried in one
short year to the village graveyard. and
over the mound which covers me, the net
ties are growing now From that same
roof went forth a little child, cursed from
the birth-the victim Of coidness, neglect
| and brutality. For that old man, once
! the honest, upright husband and father
disappointed, world sick disgraced, ruin
ed, drank to drown his grief, and made
his home he'll. Ay turn white, recre
ant Thou honest! .1aithfuE-ir,coru
bic Judge. Let no flesh of crimson stain
the dignity that twenty years have built
around your fame. Hold up your gray
hairs for the crown Of glory. Point the
finger Of scorn at this poor street walker.
Hustle her off to your jail, and then 90
home to your velvet couches, your marble
halls, your tapestried carpets, Give her
Dread and water, while you, oh, peerless
Judge, sit at princely table. Consgn
her to infamy, while Honor writes your
name above those of common men. Leave
her to The iron bedstead, while you re-
pose upon silk and fine linen and when
she dies, throw her into the Potter's field,
while the costly marble is being moulded
into pyramid on which your virtues
shall be inscribed in letters Of gold Oh,
thou most peerless judge.'
White and ctld sat the Judge, feeling
that Gods hand WAS upon him. He
strove to speak-in vain. His voice was
bound as in a prison of iron. Gradually
the figure lost its unearthly height; the
gray mist floated round the miserable
young creature dropping there there was
a murmur and humming, as of confused
voices the numbness lett his limbs; the
court seemed in motion; a sharp voice
sounded near him, and with start the
Judge sat upright, looking, though with
eyes that seemed changed to stone, at the
poor young thing before him, who seemed
that moment to be speaking.
ooh, sir, it is the first time," she sob
bed. "I-was hungry-starving-oh
that might die-die here Oh | am so
poor, So helpless! motherless - her
voice was drowned in grief, and she seem
el falling to the ground.
Sentenced to four months in the house
of correction said the LAWYER on the
right.
Stop y cried the Judge, with a thrill
ling emphasis; al did not say it."
We understood your honor" replied
the clerk, hesita;ng, I" that-after the evil
dence-"
''Let the case lay over" cried the Judge
wipiug his fore head, "and God have mer-
cy on us all ~
The court was astonished. The Judge
left his seat, and entering an adjoining
room, paced the floor: his face haggard,
his soul in arms.
God have mercy on me-" he exclaim.
ed, ever and anon, ia guilty, unrepent-
ing mar, to condemn those whom ruin
Yes, in these high places of the worlds
honor, dweIls iniquity. How many Of
these lawyers are pure men How many
are careful Of the honor aud reputation OF
women How many are there who do
not dtnk to excess, and but for their seal
ed houses, their si.ken curtains, gold and
reputation, would be in the same gutter
from which that old man was dragged
And l-IIeayen help me am a vile. &C
cursed thing ! | am a whited sepulchre
Out of my black soul shall judgment fall
upon my fellowman? Never again
never again. have given my las. verdict.
| will rescue this poor child-this poor,
hpmbed woman, who has never known a
mothers love. Dream or vision, what.
ever it was-that strange revelation has
changei the current of my life. have no
longer courage to stand before my Maker
as am-betore men as | am not. God
have mercy on US who make and admins
ter laws We are, many of US, rotteD at
the core, and We dare our Maker to his
face"
The pubic wondered why the Judge re
signed. The papers were full Of regrets
That gtay-whi;e look came over his face
again as lie read this and that comment
upon his "urstained reputation" how
:" wise, skilfuI, just aud sagacious he had
been above al, how upright"
Rotten at the corr" /" he muttered.
clashing the paper down, "and God knew
it all The time God is never deceived. -
People wondered, also, at the change in
the old Judge. lie was no longer conviv-
iaI. He gave 10 more great suppers, was
seen no more at public festivals-nor was
his name Paraded in capital letters on great
occasious There WAS stranger in his