Identifier: platformechoesor00goug (find matches)
Title: Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Gough, John B. (John Bartholomew), 1817-1886 Abbott, Lyman, 1835-1922
Subjects: Temperance
Publisher: Hartford, Conn., A.D. Worthington & co.
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emembered her. Oh yes. theyremembered her well. When her work was done there, shetook ten thousand garments and went to Paris: she waitedoutside the walls till the Commune fell, and then she went into clothe the naked and succor those who were in distress andneed. America should consider it a high privilege to honorher heroine, Clara Barton. Ah, these are Cods heroes and heroines — they who seekfor their neighbors outside of their own circle of society.When young men understand this matter, then they willwork. I will give you another fact. There was a meeting held in New York city for the pur-pose of raising funds — for what ? But few of you, perhaps,remember what the Old Brewery was. in New York.Dickens, in his American Notes, 1ms given. 1 believe, adescription of it. It was one of the most dangerous places inthe city. Moral and social reformers could do nothing there,nothing at all. There was a narrow passage running betweenthis Old Brewery and some broken-down buildings, called
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A MEMORABLE MEETING. 419 Murderers Alley; and policemen would go up that alleywell armed and always on the alert. One of the members ofthe police force said to me, There have been known to takeplace here, in one house, twenty-two deaths in one month,without a funeral. Every corpse was taken to the hospital,sold, and the proceeds spent in dissipation. We tried all wecould to break up the gang. No, we could not do it. Ladieshelped us; young men helped us; but nothing could bedone. So we thought we would find out when there was acorpse in any of the rooms, and whenever we found therewas one, we would go in and decently shroud it; and, sir, inmore than one instance, before we could get out of the house,the grave-clothes have been torn from the corpse, and wehave seen people at the corner of the street selling thoseshrouds as old rags, at four cents a pound, for the purpose ofprocuring whiskey. We could do nothing with the humanfiends in that place. Well, the ladies undertook the matter—

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