The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1871-08-31

For, coming and going, like waves of the sea-
Thousands out this beautiful night;
They joste each other, but shrink from me.
Elem hurry by with stealthy glance,
Women pass with their eyes cast down;
Even the children seem TO know
The shameless girl OF the town
Hated and stunned walk the street
Huntington what? For my pray it's said;
look at it though IN a different light,
For this nightly shame is my daily bread :
My food. my shelter, the clothes wear,
Only for this / might starve drown;
The world has disowned me,-what can L do
But live and die on the town?
The world is cruel. It may be right
To crush the harot but grant it So
What made her the guilty thing she is?
For size was innocent once, you know
Twas love that terrible word tells all
She iovca man aud blndly beloved
His vows, his kisses. his crocodile tears
OF course thu fool deceived
What had I to gain by moments SIM
To weigh in the scales with my innocent wears
hy wonaniy shame. my ruined name
Ny fathers curses my mothers tears?
The love of mani lit something to give,
Was it worth it, The price a soul paid down
Did get soul, has soul in exchange:
Behold ME here on the town!
''Your guilt heavy the world viii say,
"And heavy, heavy your doom must be;
For pity and pardon woman's fall
+ to value on chastity
You underyalue the virgins crown,
The spotless hoIor that makes her dear"
But l ought to know what the bauble is worth
When the loss of it brings here.
But pity and pardon? Who are YOU
To talk OF pardon, pity to
What ask IS justice. Justice, Sir
Let both be punished, or 10th 90 free
If it be in a dreadful thing
What is it in man now? Come be Just
Remeiliber she fails through her love for him,
lie, through his selfish 1ustD
Tell me what is done to the wretch
Who tempts, and riots in woman's fall?
His father curses and casts him off?
His friends fursake? He is scorned of all?
Not ne; his Judges are men like himself
Or thonghtless women, who humor their whim
''4uung blood, wild oats Better hush if upn
They soon forget it,-in HIM
Even his mother, who onght to know
The woman nature, and how it is won
Frames a thousand excuses for him,
Because, forsootl, the man is her sonl
You have daughters, Madam fhe told me SOL
Fair innocent neutrality-suspicious. what then,''
Some mothers may have a like yours
Bid them beward of men
I saw his coach in the street TODAY
DaShing along on the sunny side,
With liveried driver on the box
Ioiling back in her listless pride.
The wife of his bosom took the air
She was bought in the mart where hearts aresold
| gave myself away for his love,
She sold herself for his goldi
lie lives they say in a princey way
, Flattered and toasted One dark night
Some devil led me to pass his house,
saw the windows blaze of light:
The music whirled in a nladdening round
.. heard the fall of the dancers feet:
Bitter, bitter, the thoughts had
Standing there in the street,
Back TO my gaudy den went
Marched to my room in grim despair
Dried my eyes, painted my checks,
And fixed a flower two in my hair
Corhs We're popping, wine flowing
l seized bumper, and tossed it down;
One must do something TO kill the time,
And fit ones self for the town.
1 meet his boy in the park sometimes
And my heart runs over towards the child;
frank little fellow with fearless eye,
lie smiles at me his father smiled
hate the man, but love the bow
For 1 think what nay own, had h lived, would be
Perhaps it is he, come back from tho dead =
10 his father, alas not me!
But stand too long in the shadow here;
Let me out i'll the light again.
Not for insult, blows, perhaps
And, bittercr STILL my own dislain
l take my place in the crowded street
Not like the simple woman / see =
You may cheat Them men.as much as you please
You wear no masks with mel
1 know We! Under your honeyed words
hn,s 1fSr, serpent; your oaths are lies;
l see 1t flaming up in your eyes
Clin7 to theIn, ladies, and shrink from me-
Or rail at MY boldness. Wei, have you done'
Madam, your husband knows me Well
Mother, know your son!
bIt your ways, and 1 II go mine;
- oaIi me aPprobriouS names ii you viii;
The truth Is otter. think l have lied:
a harlot = IesI but Il woman still!
God SAID OF old to woman like ME
TO SIN no more" your Bibles lie;
But Yoti you mange his mercifuI words
To '-go and sin TIL you der
Die!-the word has pleasant sound
The sweetest We heard this many a wear
1t seems to promise end PAIN
Anyway it Will end it herel
Suppose / throw myselfiu the street?
Before the horses could trample me down.
Some would-be friend might snatch me up
And thrust me back on the town.
But looh-the river From where stand
l see it. almost hear it flow
Down on the dark and lonely pier
1t IS but step-I can end my woei
plunge, splash, and all viii be ore
The death-black waters VIII drag me down:
God knows where But matter where:
So am OFF the town
Golden Age.