No more will the young Christian faint by the wayside as he brings back
our borrowed chairs and finds a bottle and six glasses on our centre
table, when he has been importuning us to deliver a temperance speech in
his lecture room. Never again shall we witness the look of agony on the
face of the good brother when we refuse to give five dollars toward
helping discharged criminals to get a soft thing, while poor people who
never committed a crime and have never been supported by the State are
amongst us feeling the pangs of hunger. No more shall we be compelled to
watch the hard looking citizens who frequent the reading room of the
association for fear they will enter our office in the still watches of
the night and sleep on the carpet with their boots on.
They are all gone. They have crossed the beautiful river, and
have camped near the _Christian Statesman_ office, where all is pure and
good except the houses over on Second street, beyond the livery stable,
where they never will be molested if they do not go there.
Will they be treated any better in their new home than they have been with
us? Will they have that confidence in their new neighbors that they have
always seemed to have in us? Well, we hope they may be always happy, and
continue to do good, and when they come to die and go to St.
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