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32 hand; she and her friends choosing to work honestly and laboriously for their livlihood, and, therefore, she and they must be placed in the dock, while painted harlots are shielded, when arrested, from the public gaze.”

A cry of fire! is heard, and the alarm is given that a stately vessel within sight of land, and possibly within saving reach of life-boats, is on fire. That vessel is laden with men, women and children. What a rush there is to save them! What consternation is depicted on the countenances of friends on shore! What deep solicitude, what painful anxiety are felt by those who stand almost within bailing distance of the pale and terrified ones, who are running to and fro on the vessel's burning deck. The flames leap up and hiss and roar, as it eager and exulting to wrap the screaming victims in their fiery folds! Around, the sea rolls, and surges, offering an alternative as to the manner of death which, in one form or the other, seems inevitable. The fire rages on and one by one—man, woman, child—is caught in its fierce embrace, and writhes, and sinks and dies in unspeakable agony. Around, the waves roll on, and every now and then, some desperate struggler with bis fiery fate, shrieks "one wild farewell," and leaping overboard, goes down into the yawning deep. A life-boat at length arrives, but only in time to save a score, out of the three hundred of that fated vessel's crew.

In a case like this, how willing and eager everybody is to lend a hand to help save their fellow beings. But when the wails of distress come up from the abodes of poverty and—when women and little children—the