Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-02-15

WHAT A LOST ONE MIGHT SAY.
should u clerical commissioner say TO
some of the lost ones who are almost
daily brought before him on some charge
of offending against the city ordinances,
q Who are you what are you give an
aeeount OF yourself; how is it that you
are found in the company of drunkards,
thieves and midnightbrawlers ~ should
she tell the truth, her reply might not be
unlike the following: May it please
your honor, I have seen better days, and
though / stand before you a ragged and
despised o~atcast, foriorn and without
friends, yet, sir, there was q time when
/ was a different creature from what !
now am. Ny father was an Englishman
Of high birth and Of great wealth. Being
exceedingly adventurous and fond OF
change (ah! your honor, L wish L
could change myself, be immigrated
to this country, and in his ~iournseyIng
became acquainted with my mother,
Heaven bless her y, a woman of excel
lent education and exceeding beauty.
Pardon me, your honor, if L drop a tear
to her memory here. These eyes r
little used to weeping now. The foun-
tains of the heart have become dry in
the vicissitudes of an abandoned life,
and no longer does sorrow find relief OF
pain management in the how of the
chrystal drops. But to proceed They
married. In the course of time / was
born to them. / was their only daugh-
ter-their only child. 1 was their all,
their idol. They fairly worshipped me,
They bestowed every accomplishment
upon me that money could purchase,
and when / grew to the verge of woman
hood / became the admired of all who
knew me But, sir, (oh! pity me, for
know your heart is good, and you can
pity the distressedl, the tempter came.
The spoiler entered the paradise
of home. / listened to the soft
words Of love and hope that he
breathed into my ear. I believed him.
I trusted him. Too willingly / needed
him. fell. 1t is "the old, old story"
sir: but, alas the blush Of shame comes
no more to these rugged cheeks, and the
glare Of these fiery eyehalls is no longer
screened by the modesty Of dropping
eyelids. Oh, no! l am hardened, sir. /
fell, as 1 said. The spoiler left me
in my sorrow and my shame. " 1 bade
farewell TO my once happy home, and
gave myself up to a life of pleasure
dissipation. What has become of
my dear parents I know not; but I
stand before the bar of justice to-day,
humbly~ pleading mercy at your donors
hands. as there no mercy for the
? Is there no friendly hand to
lift them out of the mire of iniquity,
and place them once more on the firm
foundationso Of virtue and honesty ?' Oh!
-ir, these are questions which must ap-
peal to every generous soul. We can no
return TO society if We would.
The ban Of that society is upon
1s. Outcasts, ~vsgabonds, hope
less wanderers on the sea of
life, is there no haven Of hope and rest
Tor us . In Europe and other countries
here are houses of refuge under the are
IF the Sisters Of Mercy, where the re-
Magdalens of this day may
hide themselves from the worlds seorn
md hatred and mockery, and obtain
,nce more peace Of conscience and the
nope Of salvation. Why is not this imi-
ated in the southern states? Surely,
ir, there is room for it and need for it.
Fod help the unfortunate. Thanking
-ou, sir, for your patience and kind at
ention, I a only ask that you will be
Is lenient with me as possible, for, if
here was opportunity, l would repent of
he past and give promise of good for the
uture."
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