Judge — December 2, 1882 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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“DE PROFUNDIS.” LAMENTATIONS AVTER THE STORM, BY ALT. STAPLETON. 1L—DISMAY. Now, by my troth, bere’s BI to pay ‘Toe Democrats have won the day 4, as all around be gazes st a ght they should bave won: e’en New York, my own good State Mas torned agalost me. Ob, ingrate 1 And Iodiana ‘nd all the rest Have buried their shafts against this breast— and crash, Administration's gone to stnash ? pe for Grant in ‘eighty-four, For me, alas! there's hope no Por never more will crown adorn "S— Or Grant of me—bat crown of thorns Now woe {s Grant, and woe 1s me, And woe Is Folger—woe all three: For to this rite storm, by thunder, Our Stalwart ship Is snapped aeunder CWESTER A, ARTHEK, HARE Tap ambition—much of it And Governor I hoped to bi And Governor I would have been, Except for fraud and forgery; Except for Habtell, Smyth, and Prench, And all that vile and unclean crowd ; | ‘Tis these have slain me—these prepared Me for the coin and the shroud, | And now ambition, e'en, 1s f And cheerte walk ere of most that life bel Without THE APPE ar, How lovely everything bad 8 bope to call my own, Mad they bat \ J had ambition—much of it And President ! longed to te 5 And President 1 might have teen, Except for Preach and forgery! they whette turned against us in the fray Ani now the victory 1 flown No vestige of f We're beaten ev overthrown. Of omces and foes beret. 1 -ScRPRIs! Mrriiyes I roust be fresh and green, Tthooght I knew a hittle—but My curse upon these Half-lireed fools nust be cery fresh and green, ‘Toey"ve alaughmered us forever, sure— My wisdom teeth can't set te cut ! Anil now disaster ts my pay! Vtboognt 14 Success and loot tn pa There's something in the air this year Asscastuente were of no Hut Folger now Is beaten—alain— | rea respi tank | Abd ail tbe Laine 18 it (0 28, I thought assessments could not failt | Whilet loud the press cries out against Voth proxy votes and forgery. The people are T Bat now my eyesare ope’d at ‘Th’ asseasment plan ts all played out. J: o squeam ir aqueamiabness 1 b, ald scout, 1 must be young, 1 must be green, Tibougut | kaw a itte—bat 1 caa’t understand the thing wisdom teeth can't yet be cut! 0! ms aires 1B. YRESCH. Assessed with zeal by Na nares "wane, dsasieeare 07 Poy! My corse npon these Haif. treed boas, ; ; Infected us with such die | VIL—DESPamn. Now all is lost, Here stands dethron The greatest Hose has ow iy forty thousand votes oF 80 | Our State did to the d—t g | Who would have | Would bury us in such deep ru Ay, who, | ‘That vote | To save us fro Jeet, wont 2h contd have been boustt these depths of woe Who served as Democratic too! ‘That swamped us tn our sturdy Might no more. | We'll take hack seats In ‘Elzhty-Four, We're beaten: No more can | THE BOOTHLACK NUISANC Error Jepor.—Do yon know that the ati ‘THE LETTER OF INTRODUCTION. At Last that is shat he thought it wear, uthe hart gern him | ofthis city area veritable nuisance? Their constant @ letter from his dear Araminta, shine.” th dit, thetr pers e. As the majority | lafected as wt nad ttle N Jue nor votes can cure! I deemed myself a skilled adept sous roy {In all the politician's trade, eaKauimit Tthought | kvew a deal about es How candiiates and votes are made, Dve tolled and straggied m: Asseased the clerks by J thought | knew a thing or t five: whores with aerate ae About the p tricks THE JUDGE. vay A. neo. honght a storm was brew in P CAMERON, | OUR CARD RECEIVER. rant boothlack« amine” | appear to te under “Peange is Cowl vise rsWd BLEATIVES, RANCE OF OUR BOARDING-HOUSE TABLE THANKSGIVING DAY. ought pot th the Society for the Preven! under the cognizance of Cruelty to Chikiren? and it does; but the Society for t vention of Cruelty to Children don’t icize” an such cases as this. These child b ‘hs are one of th ces of our great metropolis, They are, as way” remarks, a veritable In some quarters of the city they aetu their persi porarily makes ( nee as well. swarm, and fe of t Among the main ills of rank to mosquitoes. It makes no difference that the victims they select (and they select ¢ within sight) has sh ady might serve as a mirror, They ar equ y five cents,” and neither refusal nor ignoring will ba them, As our correspondent remarks, the m them are cl ence te arde i life they fairly take the ne aseer-by a victim who con to "Shine, boss; 0: sh y of {ren—wretched little babes—whose shrill cries are a torment, but wh nutive size is a guarantee against a visitation from the victim's cane. They are dirty to an almost inconceivable deg ragged, talf-starved, utterly knowledge of vice wh gutter; they are gradua gnoraut save in rings spontaneous from t ng to recruit the ranks of our criminal and vagabond classes. Th fruitfal ear ners of disea they are as sava; Tonea Islander. Now, surely, one would suppose that a class like this—for unhappily it is a distinctive class in the metropolis—would offer Jed fleld for like our on of Cruelty to Children. Well and vermin nnequa the ministration of a se ty for the Preven missionary hod A would seem it does not. Tu Jeper: has yet to hear of a single instance of a boy being dragged from that slough of Society. the stay jorance and. a by child attempts to mak the So efforts of the its tiv y i8 to the fore with marvelous Promptitude, but for these iniserable Arabs ther 1« et a helping hand of a repressive influence. The hoy may go on, bootblacking as a cover for begging, Lill he learns to steal, and, taking higher degrees in the college of vice, finally graduates on the gallows, wh the black cap shuts forever from his eyes a world whose brizhter side he has never seen, The girl—for the gender of vagabondage is epicene—may go on from bad to worse till the misery of ber infamy becomes too to be borne, and the dark waters of the river close above her unrepentant head, and she learns rest at last in a sulcide’s grave, Bat the Society, like the world’s Society, gathers its immaculate skirts around it and passes by on the other side. This Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children has missed its mission. It is no good, and, until it is reconatructed, ‘ur streets will continne to be a achool for the ed tion of unprotected waifs in erime and in misery. comicbooks.com