Year: 1867

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Jortunate-"LetH HIM Who Has no Sin


Cast the First Stone"


Scarcely day passes but that he who
goes upon the streets will come in contact
with one or more of the abandoned class
OF females, and whenever he does the lip
is curled scornfully, a withering glance is
bestowed, and he passes by, like the Le-
vlte, on the other side 1t is perhaps,
well MOTTO countenance them, not to speak
to them. but is it well to frcwn upon
them All, reader little do you know of
their past history little do you reek of
the struggle to maintain proper stand
ing In society, which has torn their very
natures asuider, and left them but mere
wrecks, with but little or no principle to
guide them on life's stormy sea. Think
you that the gay laugh you sometimes
hear is the token of light hearty If
you only knew one half the wretchedness
that is hid beneath it, your eyes would
stream with pity, and instead of frowning
you would lend a helping hand to lift
them from their degradation, and assist
to place them once more upon firm
foundation. ''Let him who has no sin cast
the first stone" Were this doctrine fol-
lowed out, few persons there would be
found who could hurl the stone of deri-
sion at their first mis-steps, but when the
erring one was clinging to Hope, and
striving to gain virtues level they would
not continue to pelt them until at last dis
couraged, forsaken, and God only knows
how miserable, they sink beneath the IT,
tie of public opinion, and are lost in the
malstorm of despair. But SO it is al
ways. Mankind are ever ready to con
denim sin in others, while, perhaps, a mote
is in their own eyes which will not allow
them to look inward and so discover their
own failings. A word, look, may be
the means of reclaiming more than one of
these miserable beings, and why should
they be suffered to go at large without an
attempt to reclaim them The influence
is pernicious, their associations baneful,
and their lives full of wretchedncss.-I
They are objects of pity rather than con-
empt, and


As they go through the long, long day,


Unheeding the sun with IFS piercing ray;
Unheeding the scorn that their glances greet,
In the hard, cold eyes OF all they meet;


Unheeding-ah, no! for the passer-by


May often catch quick drawn sigh,
That pleads like voice for little pity
From the narrow hearts in the great wide city


Who cares! who cares!''


Yes, who cares Not one of the busy
throng who so coldly pass them by. Up
and down, to and fro they wander, wear
ing out their miserable existence, and
vainly waiting for death to relieve them of
heavy buaden. Are they not proper sub
jects for charity? Then have more feeling
and look more kindly upon the fallen oaes,
for their hearts are SO weary, and their
paths so rugged. Think of the time when
she was pure child in her mothers arm S
protected by her from all harm, but who
has been more sinned against than sim
ming, until she has become the being she |
is. Remember that while


"Men falsely WOO, and falsely win


Pure women, pardon the petty sin


In them; they will feast and fatter


The girl that's lost in a trifling matter"


She may have gone, perchance, to some
den where she will change her name and |
her life, or with broken heart which |
is never to be lightened with hope, has
sought the bosom of the silently flowing
river meath which she has hushed her
woe and blotted out her shame. 'sOne |
more unfortunate" tells the tale, the busy
throng moves on and the poor girl with
her sorrows is soon forgotten. A gentle
word, plying look might have saved, |
withheld, and she has rashly sought des-
truction to hide Ler fall Curl not your
lips so scornfully, nor bestow such with
eriug glance upon the poor creature that
is passingSby. Her life is full of dark
spots which stand out in bold relief, and
stamp her avoeation upon her face. Seek
rather to reclaim her, for by SO doing,
when you are called from earthly things
you may have the consciousness of know
ing that you have at least done your at
most to practice the Golden Rule.