The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1879-07-18

81 wi1isAx azocs 4'rnrssos.


IAN old man and bis little daughter
about thirteen years old called 81 the resi-
dence Of wealthy farmer In califorulare-
Gently and asked for work. The proprie-
tor, supposing them to be tTamps, and
having plenty Of Chinese help, turned
them away. Next morning they were
found dead on the margin II 3 small
stream, the child head pillowed upon her
dead fathers breast. They had evidently
died OF fatigue aud starvation. II was af-
terward ascerained that they were Eom
the East and had been unable 10 find en-
ployment.-Eastorn paper.l
'What do want ?" Work, II you please;
I've travelled far, and know these knees
Shake and tremsIe, but little rsst
Will give me strength. / will do my best
To earn for my .elf and dai ling here
Bread and shelter curse the tear
That comes unbidden when should be
Firm ss a rock in q stoun-yexed sea.
awhs il she7v Ghe child Al MY sideg
Ny daughter, sir; would have died
Rather than bear what have borne
Begging for toll from early morn
Till the sun went down,a the close Of day,
Only 70 be turned with scoxI away
Had 1t not been that her falling breath
Neryed me up for the race with death.
'fWhy am I poor?,' Spare me the pain
OF telling tlle sad tale over again.
Though could Story Of wrongs unfold
That fires my blood, though I am old,
Till every drop that flows 10 my heart
Pierces and burns like poisoned dart;
And my soul recOiIs in its prison cell,
Dark as the Turkman paints his hell.
Once, in the light Of sunny home,
1 had wealth and friends-both have flown:
And Of those who sat round the ingleside,
Save this frail darling, all, all died.
Then turned from their graves, newly
made
Meath the sombre pail OF cyprus shade,
And, allured by the fame Of your golden
shore,
Sought in this fair land to increase my
store.
Grea. God, how I've struggled Early
and late
Have I baitled in vain with cruel faie.
From the palace homes OF your ciiies grand
To the farmers cot, where the generous
land
Yields wealth and plenty 10 frugal care.
I've travelled and begged for little share
OF the toll performed by a meniaI train
or AIongol slaves, but begged ia vain.
"Begonep did you say? Then come, my
child;
1 will not curse him, though tempest wild
OF pent-up anguish for the wrongs you bear
Surges and seethes in my breast; butswear
I will not new, fer the end is near.
See how the stars beam forth, my dear;
Let us seek yon grove BY the river side;
We will there find rest. Heaven be our
guide.
'Tis morn. Dewdrops glow Ike silver
sheen
On each willow bough OF emerald green.
The birds are singing their matin song
And the SUMS first rays cast shadows long
Toward the west, where gurgling Iills
Comerippling down from the verdant hills.
on the fathers breast was piilowed The
head
OF the fair young child. Born WE'RE DEAD.
Twas sad, sad scene. To her marble lips
Was pressed that sacred symbol q erucifix,
While murmuring on the morning air
Seemed TO linger still her last faint prayer.
God pitv the poor, where AIammon's sway
Imprison's the soul from the light Of day,
| And honor and virtue and truth are sold
To increase the hoard Of q rich mans gold