The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1879-03-22

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si- feet slaa.a, md there he has kept lin
fc. eight and twenty years. The Summer
SUI has scor,ned him with its burning heat,
The :, iui:y storms have beat down on him
70 over a quarter of 4 century; suns have
risen aud set; years have come and gone:
and vet IN his little PRISON pen this mlseTa-
bic captive has been refused the boon Of
death. lie is constantly exposed to the
fury Cf the elements, with no covering but
the SKY, no couch but the bare ground.
Occasionally. some paSser-by. touched by
his miserable condition, will throw him n
piece OF sack cloth or IN old blanket TO
hide Isis nakedness, but as general thing
he rests without any kind of covering, on
the bare ground. He has buTrowed hole
"a one corner Of his pen, and this is his
iavorite resting place, night aud day. His
food is thrown to him in trough, as it is
usually thrown to hogs, and consists of The
refuse Stops Of the house, such as are gem
orally given to the lower order Of animals
When ne is fed, he ctawls on his hands and
knees TO his trough aud laps up his food
without attempting TO use his hands.
The sight of humanity sunk 10 this
miserable aud adject state, is not simply
shocking, il is appalling, aud the wonder
IS how mortal ilesh and blood could have
endured the terrible strain of all these bit
ter wears. The question naturally arises,
il this s!ckeniug exhibition could have oc
CURED anywhere except in nation of
sayaees-if there are no Christian men and
women with human hearts in their bosoms
to protest against this terrible cruelty. In
the city of La Paz the church bells are con-
stauily ringing, calling the faithful to
prayer they ring at all hours Of the day,
far away into the still watches Of the night,
aud Signor sandaval, that he might not be
without spiritual consolation, has erected a
little church for his own especial benefit,
not forty steps from the spot where he has
kept fellow human being in loathsome
captivity for nearly thirty years. From his
miserable prison pen the captive can see the
lights upon the altar, he can hear the voice
of the priest, and the chanting of the
gcolytes; the organ peal sounds strangely
on his ear as II comes mingled with the
prayer FOR me 'cy, which brings no ray OF
hope TO him, who seems forsaken alike by
God and man. Thess are good people, 7
b,Icve, who meet each year IN Exeter Hall
AID Steiuway Hall, and who pour out
countless thousands on foreign missions
There are special committees, understand
in Mr. Bescher's and Mr.. Surgeons
churches, whose life-woTI is dedicated 10
the enyangeliz:,iCn Of the heather VIII
any OF these good people find time to pause
one moment Ia their pious work aud lend a
plying ear 20 the heaIi-rending story Of one
who needs ;heir sid, and sympathy, rs they
were never needed by mortal man before >
Men aud women Of the United States and
Europe, a fellow human being like yonr-
seires, made in the image Of God, has
been chained in a loathsome prison pen for
mole than u quarter of century; he
grovels in his own filth like a beast: his
estate is far below the widest and most
loathsome Of animals. Let a protest be
drawn up By the friends of humanity to
the President and the people Of Mexico.
aud government aid demanded to release he
miserable captive, and that such punish
ment as he deserves be me;ed out to the
unnatural monster who has perpetratcd the
most a,ToCious crime Of the Niueteen,h
Century.