. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. By Capt. Jack Crawford, theScene, a dance house in the west. Of the most repulsive sort,Where the miners came in quest Of their wicked, reckless was the hall that nig-ht, Vice was there with loosened reins,And the dance was at its height, Moved by a pianos strains. ^--v. Men and women lost to S^!^^ shame Danced and drank, anddrank and danced,Cheeks with liquor grewaflameAs the wintry night ad-vanced.• Oh, my God! the player cried,On the key-board fell her head,Quick they hastened to her side,None could help her! She was dead! What was death to thos

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. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. By Capt. Jack Crawford, theScene, a dance house in the west. Of the most repulsive sort,Where the miners came in quest Of their wicked, reckless was the hall that nig-ht, Vice was there with loosened reins,And the dance was at its height, Moved by a pianos strains. ^--v. Men and women lost to S^!^^ shame Danced and drank, anddrank and danced,Cheeks with liquor grewaflameAs the wintry night ad-vanced.• Oh, my God! the player cried,On the key-board fell her head,Quick they hastened to her side,None could help her! She was dead! What was death to those rough men? But a scene of every day,And they sought the floor again Crying, Some one else will play From the dimly lighted street, Shivering with the bitter cold,Came a little maiden sweet, Scarcely more than five years old. Oer the keys her fingers swept, Softly came an olden air,Men and women closer crept That they might the better a voice, flute-like as birds, Tinged with heavenly melody,Came the once familiar wo

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