The story of my life ; or, The sunshine and shadow of seventy years / by Mary A. Livermore ... with hitherto unrecorded incidents and recollections of three years' experience as an army nurse in the great Civil War, and reminiscences of twenty-five years' experiences on the lecture platform ... to which is added six of her most popular lectures ... with portraits and one hundred and twenty engravings from designs by eminent artists ...

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uniform, singing a marching Sunday-school song, and passed
directly in front of the platform, up the broad aisle, to
their seats. As I observed them, my attention was arrested
by the unfortunate appearance of many. One little girl who
sang like a lark, was fair-haired, blue-eyed, and rosycheeked, wore an empty dress-sleeve, - one armn was gone.
The superintendent answered my inquiry by explaining that
she was thrown out of a third-story chamber wind(ow, by a
drunken mother A little boy swung painfully along on
crutches, assisted by a comrade on each side of him. His
face was twisted and distorted. The superintendent explained his condition thus: " This little fellow had typhoid
fever when he was two years old. While he was still weak
as a new-born babe, his drunken mother took him into the
kitchen in her arms, and dropped him on a red-hot cookstove, and he was only rescued when the smell of burning
flesh invaded the next apartment. He is ruined for life; it
is a pity that he survived." Another boy had lost an eye.
"11Gouged out by a drunken father! " was the superintend..
ent's explanation.
Long before the time came for me to speak I was past
the power of speech. Will you tell me what I could have
said to them? I remembered that I belonged to a class of
the community whose men vote yearly for the maintenance
of the liquor traffic; that they send representatives to the
legislature that enacts laws for its m-aintenance; that the
state takes this liquor traffic under its protection, and
accepts fees for licensing it to do this evil work; and I found
myself unable to say anything. These children had been
robbed of all the rights of childhood, - the right to be well