Year: 1869

said we, he Il 100 weak 10 support lt.'
ooh he must support it. Ifhe don't
stand up they put a rope and pulley to
the back of his neck, and make him
stand up"


The officers of a prison soon become
hardened to any exhibition of human
suffering. A clerk in prison testifies
(TWeRty-SccOHd Report, page 379l:
son witnessing the first case of buck
ing, the circumstances most impressed
upon my mind were the brutality of
the operation and the calm cal
business of the officer" This is not
surprising. 1t is the accursed result
of habit, united with unrestrained
sway of the passions. When torture
is sanctioned by authority, we soon
acquire a craving for it. The Romans
were notvery different from ourselves,
being moved by the same impulses,
awake to all the tenderness peculiar to
all civilized people, but they would
go to see ferOciOus beasts bury their
claws in the quivering flesh of the
early Christians. They were used to
it-that is all. We all have more or
less of these wild-animal instincts
they only need to be developed.


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The Story Of a GOverneSS in England.


A correspondent of the London
Telegraph vouches for the following
as true story:


A few days ago 1 stood by the side
of dying girl; her age was seven
teen, and this is her history: She was
the youngest child in a large family.
Her mother was the widow of a clerk
in city bank, who died suddenly,
leaving his wife and children desti-
tute. Her sisters went out as govern
esSes; she remained at home until
increasing want rendered it necessary
for her, too, to make her own living.
She found employment as a daily
governess. She walked each day four
miles to and from her work, and re-
ceived a few shillings a week. All
day long she toiled, getting no food
until she reached home in the even
ing. Who does not remember the
hot summer of last year? Through
the glare of that clOudless season this
poor child starved on. The sun
withered up flowers and shrub, and
also withered the brain of the daily
governess. Day by day her strength
melted away at last she broke down.
She could go no more to the daily
lesson; it was too late now to give her
food, kindly smiles, or more wages.
Her cry from morn to night, as she
rocked to and fro pressing her hands
on her burning forehead, was, Moth
er, mother, my brain is gone One
day she was found with one hand
copying verses from the Bible; with
the other she had gashed herself with
knife. 1t was then 1 first heard of
the case. l advised her mother to
send her to an hospital for the insane
My advice was taken. L often went
to inquire after her. l found the
place full of gOvernesses, and all that
kindness could do seemed to be done
for them. She soon became a raving
lunatie.


zone day took two of her sisters
to see her. 1t was their; first visit to
the hospital, and they brought some
flowers to give the patient They
were just in time to see her die. In
her cell, with an angel smile on her
young face, lay the little gOverness.
She had fought the fight Of life to its
bitter end, and all was over now; and
with look as though she blessed the
world which kille@ her, her young
spirit passed away to God. There
was a post mOrteDl examination.
COngestiOn.of the brain was the cause
of her death-hard work, they said,
the cause of the congestion. \ little
food, a little kind thOughtfulness on
the part of those who employed her,
might have saved her life and the
broken heart of her widowed mother


1.-The birds were singing gaily, the
sun was shining brightly, as they
laid her by her fathers side in a quiet
country grave. There were few
mOurners, but some poor children and
an old cripple, whom she taught and
to whom she read the Bible on Sun
days-her only hOlidays--came some
miles to see the last of the little teach
er.


"Sir, in telling this story I do not
cast blame on any one, but L hope
those who read it, if they employ gov
ernesses, will remember that human
creatures are not mere machines; and
if they see them tagged and worn,
will think of the story of this poor
child, whose soul now rests in a
kindlier world than this"