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New York, Nov. /, l845.
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"THE FACTORY GIRLS LAST DAY.
4" -Four or FIVE months back, there was girl OF
a poor mans that was called to visit. II was
poorly. 1t had attended mill and was obliged
TO relieve the father in the course of my elhce
THAT Of assistant overseer of the poor) in conse-
quence of the bad health Of the child. By-and-by
it went back to its work again and one day he
came to me with tears in his eyes. ! sad. What
is the matter, Thomas? He said, my little
girl is dead.' He said, In the night; and what
the morning; she was not able TO do her work, and
little boy said he would assist her if she would
give him half-pennY on Saturday said l
would give him penny but at night, when the
child went home, perhaps about a quarter of a
mile, it fell down several times through exhaustion,
till length it reached its fathers door with diff
Guilty, and it never spoke au6ibly afterwards; it
died in the night. judged she might be 10 years
DID," Minutes of evidence before a committee
Of the House Of Commons, page 210.


Twas on a winter morning, ...... z..


The weather wet and mild,


Three hours before the dawning
... The father reused his child;


Her daily morsel bringing. .-...


The darksome room he paced,
And cried, "the bell is ringing,


My hapless darling, haste"'


"Fauher, Pm up but weary;
/ scarce reach the door,
And long the way and dreary,


carry me once more!


To help US, we've no mother,
You've employment nigh; -'.
They killed my little brother,


Like him, I'll work-and die


Her wasted form seemed nothing,


The load was at his heart;
The sufferer he kept soothing


Till at the mill they part.


The oVerlooker met her,


As to her frame she crept,
And with his thong he beat her, s


And cursed her as she wept.


Alas what hours uf sorrow


Made up her latest day
Those hours that brought no morrow,


Too slowly passed away;
1t seemd as she grew weaker,


The threads the oftener broke,
p The rapid wheels quicker, ....


And the heavier fell the stroke. -
The sun had long descended, ..
But night brought no reposei


Her day began and ended,


As cruel tyranta chose,


AT length TO a little neighbor
: A half-penny she paid,


To take her last hours labor, ..


While by her frame she laid.


AT last, the engine ceasing, e..


The captiVes homeward rush'd
She thought her strength Increasing


Twas hope her spirits hush'd.
She left, but oft she tarried; ...- --.
She fell and rose more, ...
Till, by her comrades carried,


She reach'd her fathers door.


At night with tertur'd feeling,


He watch'd his sleepless child;
And close beside her kneeling,


She knew MIN not, nor smiled


Again the factory's ringing


Her last perceptions tried;
When f:om her sIraw-bed springing,


"'TIs time" she shriek'd, and died /!
That night chariot pass'd her,


While on the ground she lay;


The daughters of her master
An evening visit pay .-..... ...
Their tender hearts were signing


As negroes wrongs were told; .- g.
While the white slave was dying


Who gain'd their fathers gold!