The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-06-19

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. coutentment-of-t hel-uRderground
lie. When 10 that city Is 600 infants
are put out to be nursed, (bscause
Their mothers are poor and~must
Work9 and nearly so per cent. of these
die annually through miserable food
and care, 90 these deaths that wiring
mothers hearts prove peYerty a bless
ing to them? 4a
When the eyes are weakened with
the needle, the body faint from hun
ger, andsthe brain whirlS with; its bur
den ofbsorrow, so many girls IN our
cities sell their virtue for bread, does
poverty seem so conducive to sweet
peace and content? But those only
who live in novels are the poor. We
have a large class who, With neat
homes and their children decently
clad, live comfortably, the world sup
poses, but these have a constant strug
gle to make income and. outgo meet.
In health they would be happy. ok
eept for this constant anxiety lest
sickness remove or lay aside the sup-
port of the family. IF wealth IS un
certain and may take to itself wings.
poverty Is. certain, for its victims never
know how soon 1t m " lead hem to a
poor house or d pauper's grave. The
rich have handsome homes, the poor,
huts; the rich have beautiful
grounds for their children to play
IN, the poor none, except six feet at
death By right of human beings; the
rich have shade trees, the poor. little
shelter from Winters cold or Sum
mer's heat; the rich have books and
time TO read them, the poor none, aud
nothing but toll; the rich have fine
dresses, one called now and then sail
the poor can earn the children of
the rich wear bright. garments and
pretty shoes, the poor mothers see
and long for them. but their little
ones go barefoot; the rich have taste
full carriages for their babies, the
poor. nothing but their thin tired
arms; the rich have many friends, the
poor few. and little time for those;
the rich have delicate food in sick
ness--the poor nothing hut the coarse
fare of every day the rich have
music Ia their parlors-the poor only
catch il as it comes. floating from
~curtained windows, the rich improve
their minds by lectutes-the poor
have. no moneyt to hear them; the rich
travel In the Summer, and become
ready for the Winters work or Win
ter's gayety; the pocr work from
Spring to Fall and Fall to Spring
again, with no recuperation nothing
/ but the zest necessity gives, and
nothing better for their children IN
the fdturefthan for themselves in the
present Are the poor, then, hap
pier thaa the rich2 There are rea-
sons in Gods economy why all should
not be rich, nora all poor. Ambition
aud energy are kept aliye-b these in
euualities IN the social status. If
rich. we might all be arrogant and
caFefess-if poor, slavish aud un-
| grateful. % -1 uu
IF none needed aid, there would be
no development for one of the most
beautiful features of human charac-
tet-benevoience. The, realization of
Agur's prayer may be thel happy me-
dunn. ~ Tl ~
To be able to provide all needed
comforts and dispense hOspltalltles,
may be all that's desirable; but that
poverty, IN itself is productive of more
happiness than wealthaIs an lnsInu-
atihg deception that does more to up
build a selfish arIstocracyr than any
other one thing. That glorious self
sacrifice is developed through pow
erty is its redeemIng feature.
a woman IN this city, refined and
fargehearted, some two years since,
bore a beautiful child IN the same
room with the.body Gifts dead father.
He entered the valley struggling
against the fate that left a wife and
four little children upon the world.
a 4s&u 4wfcn1c rava him q dpnnnf
burial, aud then the poor weak wife
took courage for the battle. For these
| two years she has washed, made fires
and cleaned, offices, through the long
lonely days, and gathered her little
brood under her broken wings
at night. Two 0 three times
she has been near death from
overwork. Once she gave away her
/ children, but as returning health
came, she elung more closely to them
T and kept and toiled for them. Two
bsmall, soantily furnished rooms, In a
dark, back building, is their all. The
last cold Winter came. Want came
with it. The little girl was growing
i'll from care of the baby; the moth
er's heart grew faint There was out
/ one resource; to let the little one
find a new father and a new mother
among strangers. Many tears were
shed, many times the chubby arms
were pressed about the neck Of each,
and then the baby was gone from the
house. Now in poor health, barely
living she clasps her three treasures,
and doing her daily duties, finds her
reward, but her happinessl That
compared with what 1t is in many
homes is as one head of wheat to. a