Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-10-05

The world is cruel. It might be right
To crush the harlot; but grant it so,
What made her the guilty thing she is?
For she was innocent once, you know.
Twas love! That terrible word tells all.
she loved man, and blindly believed
His VOWS, his Kisses his crocodile tears;
VI course, the fool was deceived.
What had to gain by moments sin,
10 weigh in the scale of my innocent years,
My Womanly shame, my ruined name,
My fathers curse, my mothers tears?
The love OF man! twas something to give.
Was it worth it? The price was a soul paid
down.
Did I get soul, his soul, in exchanged,
Behold me here on the town.
"Your guilt was heavy" the world will saw,
"And heavy, heavy, your doom must ben
For to pity and pardon woman's fall
Is to set no value On chastity!
You undervalue the virgins crown,
The spotless honor that makes her dear;
But ought to know what the bauble is worth
When the loss of it brings me here.
But pity and pardon! Who are you
To talk Of pardon, pity, to me?
What ask is justice, justice, sir!
Let both be punished, or both go free!
Lift be in woman shameful thing,
What is it in man, now? Come, be Just!
(Remember, she falls through her love for hi u,
He through his selfish lust.)
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 forsake? He is scorned of all?
Not he; his judges are men like himself,
Or thoughtless women who humer their
"Young blood"-"Wild oats"-'Better hush
it up;'
They soon forget tin him.
Even the mOther-WhO ought to know
The woman's nature, and how it was VOL
Frames thousand excuses for him,
Because, forsOoth, the man is her son!
You have daughters, madam (he told me SOY,
gcaFair, innocent daughters. "Woman, what
them"
Some mother may have son like yours
Bid them beware of men!
saw his coach in the street to-day,
Dashlng along, on the sunny side,
With liveried driver on the box;
Lolling back in her listless pride,
The wife of his bosom took the air;
She was bought in the mart where hearts
are sold,
lgave myself away for his love-
She sold herself for his gold
he llves, they say, IN prlnceIy way,
Flattered and Toasted. One dark night
some devil led me to pass his house,
l saw the windows in a blaze of light,
The music whirled in maddenlng round,
rH I'm foil ofk =
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 cheeks,
And fixed flower or two in my hair
Corks were popping, wine was flowing,
seized bumper ard passed it down;
One must do something to kill the time,
And fit ones self for the town.
I meet his boy in the park sometimes,
And my heart runs over towards the child,
A frank little fellow, with fearless ewes,
lie smiles at me as his father smiled
hate the man, butt love the boy,
For think what nv own, had it lived,
would be-
Perhaps it IS he, come back from the dead
10 his father, alas, not me.
But stand too long in the shadow here,
Let me out in the light again.
Now for insult blows perhaps,
And, btterer still, my own disdain.
take my place in the crowd of men,
Not like the simple women I see;
You may cheat them, men, as much as YOU
You wear no masks with me.
I md
~, lheie turks serpent; your Oaths are lies:
lhere's lustfui frs in your hungry hearts,
see it flaming up in your eyes!
Cling to them, ladies, and shrink from me,
Or rail at my boldness-Wel, have you
done?
Madam, your husband knows me well:
Mother know your son.
But 90 your ways, and I'll 60 mine,
IN, CaIl me opprobrlous names if you will;
The truth is better-think have lied:
"A harlot! Yes, but woman still
GOD said OF old to q woman like me,
20, SIN no more" or the Bibles lie:
But you, you mangle his merciful words
Toto and sin till you die!"
Die, the word has pleasant sound,
Inc sweetest We heard for many year;
1t seems to promise an end to pain
Anyway, it will end there!
Suppose throw myself in the street?
Before tbs horses could tramp me down
Some would be friend might snatch me up.
And thrust me back on the town.
But look, the river! From where stand
Isee it, almost hear it flow,
Down on the dark and lonely pier
It is hut a step-I can end my woe!
"A plunge, a splash. and all will he DER
The death-black waters will drag me down.
God Knows where! But no matter where,
So am off of the town!
Boston Saturday Evening Gazette