DRATH STREET.
(advertisement*) (Continued) 1 his picture ot Death street should belearut, in -all it* hideous details, by every temperance speaker, *nd repeated on every platform in the kingdom. It F were a *reat painter, Death street hliould be my subject, and I would put it upon canvas •o vivid and real that the world should stare and evert finder have a living voice. If I were a great poet, it •honld be my theme, aad every verse thould teem with imagery more terrific tlmn that of " the Inferno," and every Hue throb with the passion ot L mourning, lamentati in. and woe. If I. ; were a erreat musician I would compose a dirjre for the funeral procession. It should contain the low cry of the starving infant, the the last shriek ot the murdered wife, die wild yeil ot tbe drink maniac, the muffled sigh of the mothers breaking heart, the lanjrhter of a bacchanal, the ■ab of a child's despair, an orphan's cry, a father's curse, the «rack «>f a • broken limb from a husband's hand, the whisper of forgiveness from lip* dosing for ever, the rattle of a convict's chain, the rasping of a felon a rope, the sp'astt of the suicide, the wbis of the assassin's bullet— all these lumd and merry guilds which Bacchus ©nir enn inspire, ahould bleud and swell and shriek and wail along the route of death. Were I a member o r Parliament I would cease uot to thunder the detail* of this picture in the ears of British senators uutil their sluggish biooif was warmed into speech aud action ; telling them while they were sharpt-oir.g nw«rd« for party warfare thousands of English meu and women were being ground to death beneath the wheels ot our national Juggernaut ; and whi c debating estimates of this and that, and setting about the Land Bill, eery fortnight £5,000.000 has gone to support the ghastly processions of Death street ; and in Ireland, while in the year 1881 seventeen persou. wet their death through agrarian crimes, through the liquor traffic seventeen ner«<>iis come to a prematur jrravfl evu y twe hours both 4ay aad sight throughout the yeir. If were an arcubshop 1 woull call vpon my brethren to help me, and appoint a day for humiliation, aud come before Almighty God to a-k Him to turn away His wrath from us, (hat we as a nation he not slate and buried as the sinning nations ot the past." .
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Feilding Star, Volume VI, Issue 30, 23 August 1884, Page 3
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414DRATH STREET. Feilding Star, Volume VI, Issue 30, 23 August 1884, Page 3
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