In vain have I endeavored to awaken your sympathies by relations of tales of woe, or painted vice, as I have met with it in my midnight rambles, to guard you from its snares, if I have failed to touch that chord in your heart which brings a tear to the eye, for it is that which will prompt you to action--to sleepless vigilance, to eradicate from the world the great cause of such human misery as I have depicted. It is that which, will prompt you to give, if nothing more, "Three grains of corn, Only three grains of corn, mother," towards the redemption of the fallen, and protection of those who need a staff and a guide to hold them back from the precipice over which they have gone down to ruin. Reader, if you have not yet done it, do not close the book until you have paid the tribute of a tear at the grave of [Illustration: Little Katy] Transcriber's Note: Misspellings, archaic spellings, and multiple spellings retained as in original.