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Worth Womans While
The smallest effort is not lost;
Each wavelet on the ocean tossed
Aids in the ebb tide or the flow;
Each raindrop makes some floweret blow,
Each struggle lessens human woe.
—Mackay.
Mother’s Training is What We Need.
It’s funny the way things work round—how the
attainment of an end proves but the loss of some
thing we had not foreseen, or entails effort equally
strenuous in an entirely different direction. This
thing of woman’s vaunted advance never fails to
remind us of the old problem of the man in the
well who, if he climb so many feet in a given time,
and slip back so many more feet, how long will it
take him to make his way out? We have just
been reading the loud expression of a ranting Eng
lish woman politician, at least one who advocates
woman’s voting, and that sort of thing, and if she
is not a politician, has the sound of one; and as it
happened, almost in the next moment our eye fell
on the account of Bishop Ripon’s plan for the in
struction of persons contemplating entering on the
married state. The woman politician boasts that
women compete in very nearly every industry with
men, but fails to make mention of any avenues neg
lected in consequence; and the good bishop, with
out a word of reproach or reminder so far as we
have learned, sets bravely to work to build up the
fences left recklessly down in the onward movement
of feminine advance.
Sometimes we have a dazed sort of feeling that
things must have been wrong from the beginning;
the whole system inaugurated by the Creator, or
Nature, or whatever individual opinion may saddle
with it, must have been all a fault, and woman is
just now evoluting her own way bravely and glo
riously out of a condition of unfairness and injus
tice pitiable, indeed, to contemplate. Think of the
thousands of years of women kept down and put
upon by masculine domination, and now the splen
did liberty and equality into which this twentieth
century suddenly sees the sex emerged! And all
by woman’s own effort, too.
It is to laugh. Or weep—little, plain, old-fash
ioned women, with just woman’s ways and woman’s
short strength, feel more like shedding tears fox
those who must go out into the long, hard day of
man’s strenuous endeavor—man, whose frame was
made strong and enduring, fitted to the burden;
even his mental shape adapted by nature to handle
with ease the subjects and conditions that loom
large and formidable to the mind of more delicate
and sensitive mold. If ever was any question of the
inherent difference in the mentality of the two, the
most casual observation of the infantile bent must
convince, the inclination of the boy being from the
time of first taking notice, to tools, and inquiry
and investigation, and that of his sister to doll
babies and home-making things—following but in
stinct, the man is the builder of the house and
woman the keeper.
And to the woman God gave the children, these
who grow up to look to building and keeping for
themselves. Yet, how is this?—Mr. Upton Sin
clair wanting to put the little ones into a sort of
human incubator, and Bishop Ripon proposing in
a regular training school to do what mothers have
not done, teach young women the duties of home
makers, housekeepers, or wives and mothers!
If the women, following this English woman’s
lead, are to “compete in every industry with men,”
then, it is plain there is nothing left the men but
to shoulder the problems so ruthlessly rejected, and
pitch up as best they may the troubles brought
about by feminine desertion. But think of it—
a man scheming for a provision for the care and
bringing up of children whose mothers, for-the press
of social or other duties, have no time to devote
to them! Planning a sort of communistic asylum
|o which they may be consigned, there to be reared
The Golden Age for August 16, 1906.
By FLORENCE TUCKER
by trained nurses and kindergarten teachers and
physicians. And a man, seeing the need of neglect
ed girls and young women, trying to make up to
them in a school what their mothers have denied
them—the teaching and training it was meant they
should have in their natural guardian.
At first thought it is amusing to conjure up in
imagination a class of love-blinded young persons
seated with would-be earnestness before a teacher,
trying to learn in a few lessons the things which
will make for success in the long partnership they
are about to entei' upon. But the other and more
serious side is the one the Bishop of Ripon sees.
He takes a large view of life and its realities, this
good bishop. Becoming engaged is to him a matter
of real significance, the beginning, indeed, of mar
ried life’s responsibility; and he sees the pathos
in the utter unpreparedness of the young peoffle
whose parents have neglected to teach them from
childhood up the things that can be learned only
so—“here a little and there a little,” all the way
from infancy to the very threshold of the new
home for which the daughter, or the son, leaves the
family roof-tree. So it is proposed to found a
school where “the women will be taught sewing,
cooking, hygiene, house-cleaning and the bringing
up of children,” and the men, “household econom
ics,” with other things. And Englishmen are wide
ly in favor of it, believing it will result in large
good to the English nation.
There is no question, it is a look in the right di
rection. But what a rebuke to womankind! If
mothers are not to teach their daughters the things
required of them to become good wives and moth
ers in their turn, then what are mothers for? And
what duty do children owe to parents? It really
appears, kind and well-managing men would make
it very easy for the mothers—unless, indeed, they
are to take their place in men’s fields.
Alas, and alackaday! When women get too
clever, too learned, too independent and self-as
sertive, are wo not in danger of running amuck?
While we are doing men’s work, they are having
to leave their’s to undertake what they were never
meant to do and can never do. and so all things
are awry, and we are a reproach unto ourselves.
We may be wrong about it, but with the light
given us up to the present time, we have not been
able to see that woman’s work (which Heaven gives
into her hand as surely as man’s into his) is not
only, in its way, of as high an order as man’s, but
that it is sufficient for her—sufficient for her best
talents, and the filling to the full of all the sphere
she may imagine herself capable of. When she
leaves her appointed place it is for fields not green
er with opportunity or with promise, and whatever
her conquests the joy must be tempered by the re
membrance of those better things sacrificed for—
what? At best but an imitation, or a re-produc
tion; and a glory which is not a glory but a re
proach.
Children sent to a communistic home, and daugh
ters to a training school for engaged people! Oh,
we don’t need such things! Instead of asylums
and schools let us just have more mothers, mothers
such as we have known, themselves dowered with
the gracious gifts of love and devotion, and of
conscience, which things make homes such as noth
ing else in earthly existence is comparable to, and
to which come the men and women who are to the
world what the savor is to the salt; mothers who
would not leave to any other the rearing of their
children, nor bring up daughters who must go to a
school to learn what should have been their life
long training. The children must be taken care
of and the young girls instructed, and if it can’t
be done in the natural order of Heaven, then, we
say, all honor to Mr. Sinclair and to Bishop Ripon,
and the furthest degree of success—though for
our part, we would prefer just the old-fashioned
way of mothers.
Joy is the pf wine,—-George Eliot,
The Beauty of Consideration.
A short time ago, there was advertised in the
daily papers of this city, a picnic, the announce
ment reading to “Atlanta’s little children whose
parents have no money to spare.” It was the an
nual picnic of the Salvation Army to the poor chil
dren, but how delicately it was put—“those whose
parents have no money to spare”! When we read
it we laid down the paper and thought—-
It is one thing merely to give to the indigent and
unfortunate, and another to accompany the giving
with consideration and kindness. Alas, some—well
intentioned people—do not understand this, and
how blessed are those who do! Our heart was lov
ing toward those good Salvation Army men and
women when we read their delicate words, and pic
tured the genuine good time they would give their
three hundred little guests—a day’s happy outing
for just unselfish love’s sake. And with no re
straints to mar the pleasure, not even the thought
of hospitality that muss be returned. Only the
car ride, the freedom of the woods, the nice lunch,
and—joy of the childish heart!—ice cream, whole
buckets of it.
It was such a generous sort of a picnic—it made
us think of what a big-hearted man we, all of us,
know for his broad charities, says about giving:
“Don’t,” he says, “give the things that people
have, or ought to have, every day, just common ne
cessities. If you want to give to the poor, let it
be something out of the ordinary, something like
a gift, that will carry with it a sense of pleasure
as well as need relieved. And whether or not it is
the sanest philosophy there is kindness, a consid
eration, about it, most graceful not alone to the
recipient, but to all who know of it.
Thank God for the goodness that is in the world,
and all the sweet, generous kindness!
Don’t Worry So.
Oh, heart of mine, we shouldn’t i
Worry so!
What we’ve missed of calm we couldn’t
Have, you know!
What we’ve met of stormy pain,
And of sorrow’s driving rain,
We can better meet again,
If it blow.
For, we know, not every morrow,
Can be sad;
So, forgetting all the sorrow
We nave had,
Let us fold away our tears,
And put by our foolish tears,
And through all the coming years,
Just be glad.
—James Whitcomb Riley.
The Health of Body Dependent on
Habit of Thought.
Certain habits of the body cannot be otherwise
than gradually removed. So it is with certain hab
its of thought, such as the habit of hurry, the habit
or worry, the habit of laying undue stress on things
not the most needful for the hour, the of
trouble-borrowing and many others which perme
ate and influence every act of life. Their com
bined effect is exhaustion, and exhaustion is the real
moi her of most of the ills flesh is heir to
Therefore, keep your mind as much as you can
on the thought of strength, vigor, health, activity.
—Brentice Mulford.
Gen. James Grant Wilson, of New York, has a
large, old-fashioned seal ring, containing hairs from
the head of Washington, Hamilton, Lincoln, Grant,
Napoleon and Wellington.
“To think well, eat well, and breathe well, i$
to live well, anc[ thus bq well.B