Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1870-02-16

have written this simple fact chapter
We see her now on the paper betwelI
the lines our pen glidos over EveD
mark of ink reminds us of the terribl,
blood.dotted bruises on her fair whit
bosom, her side, and her back Dying
Murdered by scores Of murderers BY
the one who first struck her down
By the parents who did not guard be-
properly. By the society and Chris
tianity which drove her forth, kicket
her in the face, branded her as with
hot stamping iron, scared her soul ami
tossed her with curses, gibes, jeers
and deyilish malignity, into the living
Potter's Field TO which those VIII
would escape therefrom are driven
back, and back and back 70 thell
dregs, 10 their death-to their Gods
pity
Who she was we know not. We
never saw her before. Where was she
from 7 Why came she here 7 Was
she lured from her home and its pro
tections Was she poisoned by fat.
terry, love of dress, and vain show, the
glances of men, the remarks on her
pretty face, hands, feet, or form 7
Was she bedeviled by seductive arts
and mans higher electrical powers till
her soul fell first into itself, then into
anothcr-till she knew not, saw not,
cared not for the consequences Of the
one fatal yieldingy Or was she driven
out from home by the cold, cruel,
harsh, unfeeling, heart-crushing treat
ment so many men and women give
their children by the hearth and fen
der, all the while thinking it parental
duty TO harden rather than soften the
heart and mellow the lifel
She was somebody's daughter. Per-
haps somebody's sister. May be some
body's betrotbed. But nowl o! God
pity ber-take her-keep her renew
her purity In the Land Of the Leal by
Thy wonderful alchemy, and give her
there the friends, the life, the happi-
ness not hers to enjoy on earth.
Once she was good and pure. Her
infant hands rested on the face Of a
faiher-the bosom of a mother. Her
little smile gave Joy. Her little lips
kissed so sweetly, as do the little lips
OF thousands whose fathers and moth
ers will read this little chapter. Once
she nestled in the arms, BY the side,
upon, and in the heart of somebody
Little did somebody know she was to
die thus, or they had rather she had
died in her innocent infancy.
Perhaps she was to blame for all
this sorrow to some extent. But not
all Perhaps her mother, her father,
never tried TO teach her, and let her
fall. Then they are guilty of her
murder. Perhaps her father was
cross, cold, ugly, dissipated, and neg
lecttul OF his duty as man, as a pa
rent. And he taught her that home
was not place of and for happiness
Perhaps be disgusted her young life,
and thereby planted seeds for the
weeds which grow in shame over the
grave of the unfortunate. Perhaps
be was coarse, rough, brutal, unfeeling,
and thus drove her forth to wander in
bitterness.
Perhaps he himself died a poor vic.
tim TO dissipation and threw his loved
ones upon a cruel world, not TO be
supported, but tempted, tossed, tram.
Piled upon aud driven TO anything for
that life which, but for the love we all
have of life, had better be lost How
many thousand of loving ones have
been thrown into temptations from
cold, unfeeling homes, where cross
words; bitter words; unloving words
bare floors, bare walls and lack of
comfort have stecled the heart and
fitted it to tempt any chance rather
than endure torture
But she is dying. Poor bruised,
heart-wrecked, murdered one. Some
of you may say, "Good enough for
herp For shdmei Are hearts thus
cruel born of God or devils 7
Look upon your loved ones and tell
us il you would curse them, should
they fall by the way when zoo weak
to walk, or untaught howl And see
If you cannot save your own, aud help
save others. If they fall, help them
up again and be kind TO them. Pity,
but do not condemn, for it may be you
will condemn the ono who is not to
blame And then who will be the
most guilty.