The New York herald., 1869-02-28
THR CIfy's CHILDREN.
HAVE CHARITY.
ny FRANCIS 8. SMITH.

bed TO he upon;
Ragged dirty, bruised and bleeding,
Subject still TO kick and curse,
AID from Christian tongue and purse
But the rlch and gay pass by her,
And pittance they deny her,
Az lhey pull their skirts aside.
Then sulien mood comes DER her,
Reckless she OF woe or veal,
Death from hunger is before her.
She must either starve or steal
She does steal, and who can blame her.
Hunger pangs her vtals gnaw,
None endeayor 10 reclaim her,
And she violates The law.
Then tie pampered child Of fashion
Who refused TO give relief
Cries. with well affected passion,
"Out upon the little rhiefr'
Censors fGn OF world-w1se schooling.
Cease 10 censure and deplore-
When the siri tranegressed mans ruling
she o0ey ed . higher law.
faxe her piace-feel her temptation
starved, unhoused, no succor nigh
And though sure OF reprobaton,
he woSll steal ere ye would die !
rHE cTry's CHILDREN,
rsRRIgLE ATROCITIES
LITTLE GIRLS FEET FROZEN OFF,
TIE FLESH cur EXON HER RACK,
THE cHiLDRgs's aid SOCIETY
vIILAsT UNDER riiE VEL OF CHARITY
TEE raICKRHY GF SAINTS p'
TlEsps WEARING EEAvEN's LIVERY
sAScTMoSIoUs LEEcHEs
RELIGIOUS HUMBUGs EXPOSED,
VICE MORE PROFITABLE THAN VIRTUE
A SAINTS PACE ANO A DEMONS HEART,
HOW LONG SHALL SUCH THINGS CONTINUE,
THE MONSTER PUNIsHEDi
RETRiBUTIoNl
In spite Of the exertions made by the ..Children,s
Aid Society,"" 'The Newsboys' Lodging Roomsn and
atty missions generally. there is stn much to do in
he matter Of relieving the necessities Of the suffering
ntue ones known as sThe C1ty's Childrenn-little
Whitehead, penury-pinched sufferers, who live in
pestilential subterranean abodes, dark courts and
nlshy air-posoned aeyways, or roam the streets in
the daytime and sleep at night in covered wagons,
coal boxes or any other place they may be able to
steal into-some of whom have neither parents nor
friends, and others who have relatives but would be
better OF without them.
Everybody will remember the case OF the unfortu-
nate orphan girl who some twelve or fourteen years
ago, was taken from the poorhouse by fend in
human shape named Mrs. Decker, who resided at
the time Staten Island. 1t win be in the recollec-
Mon Of many how this poor friendess little creature
was tortured by the wretch who had adopted her TIL
death kindly put an end to her sunerings. How she
was beaten till her little Lody was mass Of bruises;
starved till her bones seemed bursting through the
skin; turned out into the bitter cold almost naked,
ated frame racked by rheumatism, while all the
while the monster who subjected her to sucn tor.
tures attended church regularly and was regarded
% little less than saint by those who did not know
This "a we have said occurred nearly Q score OF
have happened snce-are happening every day, in
Astf The MIS- Deckers are not all dead yet-society
n un OF them and their victims and, what il worse
shis win always be the case n the millennium comes
we cannot alter human nature, but we can do the
next best thing-we can expose such atrocities
when they come to light, and such is our purpose at
,he present time. Anybody who win follow us
shrough the following narrative OF wrong and retrIbu.
ton viii acknowledge the full force OF all which we
have said and win feel themselves well repaid for
their trouble as wen.
PLEASE, sir, may shovel OF your sidewalkrs
"Eo, boy 60 home and tell your mother to take
care Of your
II only want I'VE cents sir-just nve cents-ler
me have Ave cents for half an hour and III do any
work you're mind to set me at-I don't care what
MB.n
NO. tell you, Go home and keep out OF the
streetsl Go to SCHOOL, don't see what parents can
be thinking Of to allow Their children to 70 running
around beggingr'
The first speaker was stout built lad, who car
ried upon bis shoulders . rudely constructed wooden
shovel, and the person TO whom he addressedhim.
self was the wealthy Mr.. Seymour. who occupied .
paatial mansion In one OF the streets cutting the
yirh avenue at right angles.
The boy was about fourteen years Of age, and,
though shabbny dressed and wretched looking
enough, there was something about his countenancs
which could not fail To impress a close observer
layorably.
Mr.. Seymour had Just returned from drive on, on
she avenue In his magnificent sleigh, and was about
entering the door Of his residence when the boy who