Sorrow's circuit, or, Five years' experience in the Bedford Street Mission, Philadelphia . opay for the privilege of lodging in some wretched daughter approaching, says, Mr. SeAvell, wont yougive me a few pennies to get off the street ? Well dieif we have to lie out all night. You have lain out all night many a time, and, Ifear, if I give you money you will only buy whiskeywith it. No, indeed, pon my soul I wont. Well, Susan, here goes for another trial—^here is tencents to pay for your lodging. And with this they did obtain shelter from the pelthigstorm, though not without a sharp c
Sorrow's circuit, or, Five years' experience in the Bedford Street Mission, Philadelphia . opay for the privilege of lodging in some wretched daughter approaching, says, Mr. SeAvell, wont yougive me a few pennies to get off the street ? Well dieif we have to lie out all night. You have lain out all night many a time, and, Ifear, if I give you money you will only buy whiskeywith it. No, indeed, pon my soul I wont. Well, Susan, here goes for another trial—^here is tencents to pay for your lodging. And with this they did obtain shelter from the pelthigstorm, though not without a sharp contention betweenthe daughter and her mother, whose thirst for whiskeywas so great that, had her daughter permitted it, shewould have expended the money immediately for the in-toxicating draught, and taken her chance upon the streetonce more,—perhaps to perish in the storm. And just think of it, this poor wretched mother wasonce a respectable member of an evangelical church inthe upper part of the city; and even now, she has a sonwho is a successfal merchant, and who has used every. u htn Bihiit U i deaths doings. 259 means in his power to induce her and her ruined daugh-ter to leave this wretched locality, and go with him to aplace of respectability and comfort. But, strange to say,such is their infatuation that they prefer a liome in thestreet with wlii%key to one in a palace without it. But who is this approaching ? Ah! it is Emma pitiful she looks ! And I feel horrid indeed: I have been out all nighton the street for want of a few pennies, and I am coldand hungry. I see you are very wet. But Emma, this is all yourown fault, you have brought it on yourself. I know it, I know it; but dont scold me now; I amalmost dead. Oh, if I could only get a commitment toPrison, or a permit to the Almshouse ! But they wontgive me either, and so I must perish in the street, I sup-pose. Well, Emma, we will see if we can do anything foryou, and so saying, we went and procured for he
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