"Warp and woof." . utwalking. The boy had been shut up at home, or in that 118 WARP AND WOOF. den for almost a we6k, and when last seen, they were go-ing in the direction of the river—the old man leadingthe boy by the hand. That was the last time they wereseen alive by any one who knew them, and the old law-ful debt shrinking maniac had undoubtedly drownedhis little starved boy! We went to the Exposition,and we saw it—at the Morgue—a dead child, with acrust tied in a rag, and a dead father, once wealthy, adead sot, at the Morgue, clasping a bottle of legalizeddebt shrinker! ! ! Oh, rum! cursed
"Warp and woof." . utwalking. The boy had been shut up at home, or in that 118 WARP AND WOOF. den for almost a we6k, and when last seen, they were go-ing in the direction of the river—the old man leadingthe boy by the hand. That was the last time they wereseen alive by any one who knew them, and the old law-ful debt shrinking maniac had undoubtedly drownedhis little starved boy! We went to the Exposition,and we saw it—at the Morgue—a dead child, with acrust tied in a rag, and a dead father, once wealthy, adead sot, at the Morgue, clasping a bottle of legalizeddebt shrinker! ! ! Oh, rum! cursed rum! Pitiless hecatomb of morality!The priest that will stand by thy funeral pyre, and pro-nounce the mystic right of funeral service over thyscorched and damned remains, would have just cause tomake God jealous, and deserves no less than a cabin pas-sage, in a gossamer ship, with beds of flowers, borne upby the crystal tears of widows and orphans, and bewafted with silken sails throughout the eternal years!. WARP AND WOOF. 119 GREAT IS LAW, ?/ Dreamed That I Dwelt in Marble Ha//s.~A Delect-able Crowd, that Would Double DiscountFa/staffs Regiment, On last Saturday, April 17, in the year of our Lord,1880, at the hour of 10 oclock, A. M., Harry Burton,of the LaFayette Temperance Herald, was treadingthe marble halls of LaFayettes palatial jail, duly so-ber. We had dared to talk about a saloon-keepers mon-keys. About four years ago we were thrown into thesame jail, for getting intoxicated. In the short time wewere in the Bastile, we were permitted, thank God, tosympathize and speak words of encouragement to thepoor, deluded victims of cursed rum, who are shut outfrom the beautiful sunlight of Heaven, by the monkeyestablishments of our city. We found one young boy,sixteen years of age, who had just been sentenced forone year to the cottage by the lake. Another one, aboutthe same age, who was in for six months, and anotherone lying in a cell, moaning so piteously over the wier
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