The tri-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1866-1868, 1866-03-20
ONE MORE UNFORTUNATE.

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The Mobile Register tells the follow
ing sad story Of an unfortunate woman
recently found on the streets of that
city in dying condition. 1t is fear
iul story and should serve as 4 warning:
Her parents came to this city when
Mary was Il child, from Montreal, Lower
Canada, and her father being man of
eminent qualifications, entered into busi- |
ness, and gave this, his only child, all |
the advantages afforded by the best |
schools in the North. At the age Of
seventeen she visited Niagara Falls, and |
was left at that great summer resort by |
her parents, in the hands of friends,
while they visited Lower Canada
During their absence Mary attended the |
grand balls given nightly at the Cata-
ract House, and was dazzled with the |
glittering array of fashion and splendor
surrounding her. Among her many ad-
mirers was young man of gay and
dashing manner, and fascinating appear
ance. He had known Mary and her
parents formany years, and set his heart |
on the girl; but her parents rejected |
him as suitor for her hand, and he lost |
no opportunity to secure interviews
with her in their absence. On this oc-
casion Mary, at an unguarded moment,
surrendered herself to him and they
eloped. The old story now follows
He plighted his honor to make her his
wife, but it was only the frivolous word
of a heartless deceiver, soon to be dis
regarded and forgotten.
He deserted his victim in one of the
large cities of the North, and, driven
to want and desperation, she became a
public courtesan After years of sut-
fering and privation she made her way
| home to this city, the scene of her bright
and happy childhood. She had fallen
to the lowest depths of degradation, but
fortunately, her parents left Mobile
shortly after their atfiiction, and return
ed to Canada, and they have never laid
eyes on their unfortunate daughter since
they imprinted the parting kiss on her
fair young brow at Niagara. Such is
the story of this miserable outcast, who
terminated her wretched career on
Tuesday night. Was she an object of
charity? Let her own words plead for
her:
Tell me what is done to the man
That tempts and riots in woman's fall?
Does his father curse him, is he scorned by
Not he, for his judges are men like him
Or thoughthless women who honor their
whim,
Young blood-wild oats-a dashing young
They'll soon forget it in him.
But pity and pardon-who are you,
That talk of pity and pardon to me?
What want is Justice, justice, sirs,
Let both be punished, or both go free.
If it be on a woman such a shame fell,
What is it on a man now come be Just
Remember she falls through her love for
him,
And he through his selfish lust.
What had,I to gain by moments sin,
To weigh in the scale with my innocent
years,
| My womanly shame. my Womanly name,
My fathers curses, my mothers tears
The love of man. 1t was something to
give;
Was it worth it a-the price was my soul
Did gain a soul-his soul in exchange 3
Behold me, here on the town.
1 met his coach on the street t'other day,
| Dashng along on the sunny side,
With liveried driver upon its box:
And lolling back in her listless PRIDE
| The wife of his bosom took the air
She was brought in the marts where hearts
| were sold.
1 gave myself away for his love,
She sold herself for his gold
Cling to them, ladies, and shrink from me,
Call me opprobrious names, if you will,
The truth is bitter; do you think 1 have
lied?
Pm harlot yes, but Pm woman still.
God said of old, to woman like me.
"Go, sin no more" or your Bibles lie;
But you, and such as you, mingle his mer-
ciful words
With go and sin till you die.
Diel the word has pleasant sound,
| The sweetest I've heard for this many a
year,
It seems to promise an end to pain;
Amy way 1 will end it here.