New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1873-09-21
Poor Zoe.

Poor Joe.
From North Of England Tempiar Series OF Tracts /
Mary Lee was as decent q woman as the
village could produce but che had q brute
OF a husband Not content with starving
her and her child With hunger and cold, he
added insult TO injury and cowArdly blows
TO desertiOn and neglect. Most OF bis money
was spent at the public house. And those
whom nature and solemn vows would
prompt him to cherish were lett to starve
or beg. But it was not long. for Mary was
not strong at the best, and all this told
powerfully on her slender frame and
brought her to the gates of death; happily
for her they were also the gates of heaven.
But it was a terrible struggle for her to
part with her darling boy, for Joe had been
the constant companion OF ali her griefs
and shared in all her woes; in fact, thew
were to each other the only Oasis that each
and barren sand.
Their work during the day was to do
anything to earn q crust of bread to keep
them from starvation, and at night to sit in
a dark, damp, dismal room and watch the
Pickering embers in the CRATE till they died
away, and then to creep to an old straw
mattress that lay in the corner, and await
the coming of him whose very foot should
have had music int coming up the
6l0u0. out Ou LAC COAAiuk LILO bou COul-
ing! woes for the coming They could
bear the surly blast as it howled around
the house like hungry wolf; they could
bsar the snow az it drltted ia through the
broken windows and wound around them
like winding sheet; they could bear gaunt
hunger that gnawed at their hearts Like a
greedy bear; but the football Of an incar-
nate devil, maddened with drink, sent a
thrill of horror through and throu Oh them
Ia e~AA cd
closer together, drew the thin bedclothes
tighter around them and awaited the fiery
ordeal. But the BLACKLIST cloud will burst,
and the darkest night will give place to the
da wning day.
But the parting! How could she 90 and
leave her darling child to bear it all him
self, with no hand to shield him, and no
lender eye to watch over him! All ! she |
would gladly have cried, but could not, for
struggle was at hand. The only thought |
hat consoled her was that he would soon |
follow; and the hollow cheek and sunken |
,ye that caused her so much sorrow before. |
The now looked at with omplacency and |
pleasure; and yet the thought haunted her
hat perhaps he might die alone, with no |
me to hold his aching head or close his
ightless eyes. The struggle came at last,
md there she lay on pallet of straw and
Toe by her side. He overheard her whis-
,ering something. and laying his ear closer !
o her. he heard the words. I'm coming.
Oming, c0ming!'
Where are you going. mothes: he said.
ITO heaven, my boy"
''Please let me 60 with you
u would take you in my arms II could, |
ut God loves you. and will send an angel
Or you soon" And she convulsively /
ressed him 70 her bosom and died
And when the husband came home. drunk
. usual, the horrible picture presented it.
eli to him OF dead mother embracing a
wing child. The scene sobered HIM, and !
9 vowed q do better. but alas 40 much |
ad the demon drink got the mastery Of
i'm that all his Resolutions were like ropes
+ sand. and a few weeks found him at the
ievitabls aiehouse: and SO thoroughly in
5nsible did he become. that be even sold !
le straw mattress tor a copper Or two TO
ny drink.
Poor Joe. the old rigiis were renewed,
I'd then he felt what 10 was 20 have ne
other. Sometimes he was overheard say.
g to himself. u wish God would send the
1gel to take n1e to heaven. where mother |
, Tor the ire 10 nearly out, and Ina afraid
stay in the dark and it's SO cold" Occa. |
onally the neighbors took him in, and at
her times he would hover about the doors !
public houses waiting fog his father. /
1t was fearful night The frost was | s
zen and biting, the north wind drove the |
lifting snow before i: like . Maddeing | s
ry; mothers drew the window blinds ! {
Dser, children Luddled together in bed,
I'd pltied man or beast that nigh. be out &
the blast. 8
Two gentlemen, going for ths village doc. | r
T, with lamps in theiE hands, happened to
ed a ray OF light on something like q boy,
ting covering against the doorstep of an .
shOuse; there was the voice Of noise and u
velry within, and high over all was heard ! S
3 we'll known shout of Blackey Lee; the Il
y was joel The gentleman knew him o
NJ; stranger came up at the time. poked | o
Il gently with the sticK, and said, go ! e
me to your mother, INV lad n
Ills mother is dead, cir" saii the gentle. c
n. a
And where i. his fatherv' ID
That's him shouting So, and sir sing." X
Poor boy" said the stranger. well for z
o il lie Were dead, too Il
hey took hold OF his hand; IL was stiff il
/ cold; they touched his face. it was b
, ice; they took him up--he WAS dead. q
He sat beside the ale house door. IA
The night was bleak, and cold, and ~ilS; "
His clothes were few and thin, and poor: D
His feet were horned his head was haze. =,
Say. did an angel hover there. s'
Over that child. Ia
MS rorH foDee mapped Def0Yc the SiasS ff
de spoke no word wspt, nor slni ed; =,
The snowfakes kissed him as they passed. q!
HIS hair hung DER his haf-cosed ewes: 10
And still he looked toward tho skie.. W
The poor Lost child. | cr
We touched his hand. twas cold AID chill; ~
He spoke no word, nor wept nor smiled; 81
We touched his cheek, twas colder still: 1 tn
Go home go home the stranger sad-o W
He'd gone. dear boy, for he was dead. W
The drunkards child, =,
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Milk and Typhoid Fever. as
ow much has milk to do with typhoid -
'rs In England this qestion is growing
q serious one, and is now being dis
'ed with great seriousness by the Eng az
physicians. At Marylebone, Brighouse, he
thowram and other district. typhoid ab
r has been raging with grea: violence, tri
has become epidemic. In one of the Lon wi
districts there are coo cases of well de- | fif
typhoid fever, attended by a aevere | 49,,