F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams

Capitolo 19

here the Your suffering abandoned, banished it feels the world his/her enemy before,
it doesn't have any sister that sympathizes for stretching out the hand of encouragement,
and sinks without hope in the agony of his/her meditations. It is here,
alas! necessity too often forces its unlucky victims, and from
from where an implacable world--without hope to regain the lost one
them jewel-lance demolishes a short life in a premature grave. His/her
church is near from, but it never advances in here to start an investigation;
and if it the opportunity of now and then to throw a mistrustful glance in, is
only as it passes long to ask the state of the market of slave, of
then very more importance is the price of men. Your common school (a
thing unknown, and held extremely dangerous in Carolina!) you/he/she can be
His/her very he/she spoke to drive star to the virtue;  Your first education is
Your rampart against which the wave of vice is weak;  but unless
You manufacture him anything more than a magnificent theory-to less that you look for
practical he/she wants to say, and it goes down to the places of meeting of vice, there to drag
on the neglected child, to whom the word I lend education it is a
mystery, you go away intact the volcano that festers that he/she vomits his
deadly brands on the community.

Your homilies preached to bench of church-holders of way that he/she lives
you sumptuously ride sumptuously to church of a Sunday, and mildly
enjoys a sumptuous sermon for cause of aspect, desire, so long as You
unnoticed passage the places of meeting of vice, fall as chaff in front of the wind. You
it has to manufacture more than the mere witticism of future education" "soon
happiness;  You have to go intrepid in the avenues of lack and
uneasiness, looks for out the fallen child, abstains him with her, and kindly
teach her how much good there are in his/her principles, his/her truths.

Pardons, generous reader, this detour and it holds our arm while us
sees of what metal is the votarieses to the shrine of Mrs. Flamingo.