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ease as in the other God appoints
the sphere; and the needle is just as respect
able in his sight as the scepter. I do not
know but that the world would long ago
have been saved if some of the men out of
the ministry were in it, and some of those
who are in it were out of it. I really think
that one-half of the world may be divided
into two quarters—those who have not
found their sphere, and those who. having
found it, are not willing to stay there. How
many are struggling for a position a little
h’gher than that for which God intended
them. The bondswoman wants to be mis
tress. Hagar keeps crowding Sarah. The
small wheel of a watch, which beauti
fully went treading its golden path
way, wants to be the balanoo wheel,
and the sparrow, with chagrin, drops into
the brook, because it cannot, like the eagle.
Cut a circle UDder the sun. In the Lord’s
army we all want to be brigadier generals
The sloop says: “More mast; more tonnage:
more canvas. O, that I were a topsail
•chooner. or a full rigged brig, or a Cunard
steamer.” And so the world is filled with
cries of discontent, because we are not will
ing to stay in the place where God put us
and intended us to be. My friend3, be not
too proud to do anything God tells you to
do. For the lack of a right disposition in
this respect the world is strewn with w ander
ing Hagars and Ishmaels. God has given
each one of us a work to do. You carry a
scuttle of coal up that dark alley. You
distribute that Christian tract. You give
hen thousand dollars to the missionary
cause. You, for fifteen years, sit with
ehronie rheumatism, displaying the beauty
of Christian submission. Whatever God
calls you to, whether it win hissing or
buzza; whether to walk under triumphal
.arch or lift the sot out of the ditch;
whether it be to preach on a Pente
cost, or tell some wanderer of the
street of the mercy of the Christ of
Mary hfagdalene; w hether it be to weave a
garland for a laughing child on a spring
morning, and call her a May queen, or to
comb out the tangled locks of a waif of the
street and cut up one of your old dresses to
fit her out for the sanctuary—do it and do
>it right away. Whether it be a crown or a
yoke, do not fidget. Everlasting honors
upon those who do their work, and do their
whole work, and are contented in the
Mphere in which God has puttnem; while
there is only wandering, and exile, and des
olation, and wilderness, for discontented
Hagar and Ishmael.
Again: I find in this Oriental scene ales
lion of sympathy with woman when she
i goes forth trudging in the desert. What a
! great change it was for this Hagar. There
was the tent and all the surroundings of
Abraham's house; beautiful and luxurious,
no doubt. Now she is going out into the
bot sands of the desert. O, what a change
it was! And in our day we often see the
wheel of fortune turn. Hero is someone
who lived in tbo very bright home of her
: father. She had everything possible to
: administer to her kappiuess. Plenty
it the table. Music in the drawingroom.
Welcome at the door. She is led forth into
'life by someone who cannot appreciate her.
A dissipated soul comes and takes her out
im the desert. Iniquities blot out all the
lights of that home circle. Harsh words
-wear out her spirits. The high hope that
ishone out over the marriage altar while the
iring was being set and the vows given and
tbo benediction pronounced, have all faded
with the orange blossoms, and there she is
t(o-day, broken hearted, thinking of past joy
and present desolation and coming anguish.
.Hagar in the wilderness!
Here is a beautiful home. You cannot
think of anything that can be added to it.
For years there has not been the suggestion
•of a single trouble. Bright and happy
children fill the hou e with laughter and
>xmg. Books to read. Pictures to look at.
Lounges to rest on. Cup of domestic joy
full and running over. Dark night drops.
Pillow hot Pulses flutter. Eyes close.
.And the foot wlvso well known steps on the
• door sill brought the whole household out at
•eventide, crying, “Father’s coming,” will
•never sound on the door sill again. A long,
•deep grief plowed through all that lightness
of domestic life. Paradise lost! Widowhood!
Hagar in the wildorness 1
How often it is we see the weak arm of
woman conscripted for this battle with the
rough world. Who is she, going down the
Street in the early light of the morning,
jOale with exhausting work, not half slept
a lit with the slumbers of last night, trage
dies of suffering written all over her face,
’ner lusterless eyes looking far ahead as
'though for the coming of some other
trouble* Her parents called her Mary,
•or Bertha, or Agnes on the day
when they held her up to the font, and the
■Christian miuister sprinkled on the infant’s
:face the washings of a holy baptism. Her
name is changed now. I hear it in the
rihuffie of the worn out shoes. I see it in the
figure of the faded calico. I find it in the
lineaments of the woe begone countenance.
Not Mary, nor Bertha, nor Agnes, but
Hagar in the wilderness. May God have
xnercv upon woman in her toils, her strug
gles, her hardships, her desolation, and may
the great heart of divine sympathy inclose
her forever.
Again: I find in this Oriental scene the
fact that every mother leads forth tremen
dous destinies. You say: “That isn’t an uu
usual scene, a mother leading her child by
■the hand.” Who is it that she is leading*
.Ishmael, you say. Who is Ishmael* A great
nation is to be founded 1 nation so strong
that it is to stand for thousands of years
•gainst all the armies of the world. Egypt
and Assyria thunder against it, but in vain.
Gaulus brings up his army ; and his army
Is smitten. Alexander decides upon a cam
paign, brings up his hosts and dies. For
a long while that nation monopolizes
the learning of the world. It is the
nation of the Arabs. Who founded it?
Ishmael, the lad that Hagar led into the
wilderness. She had no idea she was lead
ing forth such destinies. Neither does any
mother. You pass along the street, and eee
pass boys and girls who will yet make the
earth quake with their influence. Who is
that boy at Sutton Pool, Plymouth, Eug- i
land, barefooted, wading down into the
slush and slime, until his bare foot comes
upon a piece of glass and he lifts it. bleed
ing and pain struck? That wound in the
foot decides that he be sedentary in his life,
decides that he be a student. That wound
by the glass in the foot decides that he
•hall be John Kitto, who shall provide the
best religious encyclopaedia the world has
ever had provided, and, with his other
writings as well, throwing a light upon the
•word of God such as has come from no other
men in this century. O mother, mother,
that little hand that wanders over your
face may yet be lifted to hurl thunderbolts
of war, or drop benedictions. That little
▼oice may blaspheme God in the grog shop,
or cry: “Forward!” to the Lord’s hosts as
they go out for their last victory. My
mind to-day leaps thirty years ahead, and
I see a mer hant prince of New York. One
stroke of his pen brings a ship out of Can
ton. Another stroke of his pen brings
a ship into Madras. He is rnightv in all the
money markets of the world. Who is he? :
He sits to-day beside you in the tabernacle.
My minds leaps thirty yoars forward from
this time, and I find myself in a relief asso
ciation. A great multitude of Christian
women have met together for a generous
purpose. 'There is one woman i:i that crowd
who seems to have the confidence of all the
others, and they all look up to her for her
counsel and for her prayers. Who is
she. To-day you will find her in the
Sabbath school, while the teacher tells
her of that Christ who clothed the
naked and fed the hungry and healed the
sick. My mind leaps forward thirty years
from now, and I find myself in an African
jungle; and there is a missionary of the
cross addressing the natives, and their dusky
countenances a e irradiated with the glad
tidings of great joy and salvation. Who is
he? Did you not hear his voice to-day in the
first song of the service?. My mind leaps
forward thirty years from now, and I And
myself looking through the wickets of a
prison. I see a face scarred with every
crime. His chin on his open! palm,
his elbow on his knee—a picture of despW\
As I open the wicket he starts and I bear
his chain clank. The jail keeper tells me that
he has been in there now three t imes. First
tor theft, then for arson, now for murder.
He steps upon the trap door, the rope is
fastened to his neck, the plank falls, his
body swings into the air, his soul swings off
into eternity. Who is be, and where is he?
To-day plaving kite on the city commons.
Mother, you are to-day hoisting a throne or
forging a' chain—you are kindling a star or
digging a dungeon.
A good many years ago a Christian
mother sat teaching lessons of religion to
her child, and he drank in those lessons.
She never knew that Lamnhier would come
forth and establish the Fulton street prayer
meeting, and by one meeting revolution ze
the devotions of the whole earth and thrill
the eternities with hit Christian influence.
Lampbier said it was his mother who
brought him to Jesus Christ. She never
had an idea that she was loading forth such
destinies. But.O, when I see a mother reckless
of her influence, rattling on toward destruc
tion, garlanded for the sacrifice with un
seemly mirth and godlessaess, gayly trip
ping on down to ruin, taking her children
in the same direction, I cannot help but
say: “There they go, there they go—Hagar
and Ishmael!” I tell you there are wilder
deserts than Beer-sheba in many of the
domestic circles of this day. Dissipated
parents leading dissipated children.
Avaricious parents leading avaricious chil
dren. Praverless parents leading prayerless
children. "They go through every street,
up every dark alley, into every cellar,
along every highway. Hagar and Ishmael!
and while I pronounce their names, it
seems like the moaning of the death wind—
Hagar and Ishmael!
I learn one more lesson from this Oriental
scene, and that is. that every wilderness
has a well in it. Hagar and Ishmael gave
up to die. Hagar’s heart sank within her
as she heard her child crying: “Water!
water! water!” “Ah,” she says, “my dar
ling, there is no water. This is a desert. ”
And then God’s angel said from the cloud:
“TVhat aileth thee, Hagar?” And she
looked up and saw him pointing to
a well of water, where she filled
the bottle for the lad. Blessed be God
that there is in every wilderness a well,
if jon only know how to find it—fountains
for all these thirsty souls to-day. “On that
lsst day, on that great day of the feast,
Jesus stood and cried: “If any man thirst,
let nim come to me and drink.” All these
other fountains you find are mere mirages
of the desert. Paracelsus, you know, spent
his time in trying to find out the elixir of
life —a liquid, which, if taken, would keep one
perpetually young in this world, and would
change the aged back to youth. Of course,
he was disappointed; he found not
the elixir. But here I tell you to-day of
the elixir of everlasting life bursting from
the “Rock of Ages,” and that drinking that
water you shall never get old, and you will
never be sick, and you will never die. “Ho,
every one that thirstoth, come ye to the
waters.” Ah. here is a man who says: “I
have been looking for that fountain a great
while, but can’t find it.” And here is some
one else who says: “I believe all you say,
but I have been trudging along in the wil
derness, and can’t find the fountain.” Do
you know the reason? I will tell you. You
never looked in the right direction.
“O,” you say, “I have looked every
where. I have looked north, south,
east and west, and I haven’t found the
fountain.” Why, you are not looking in
the right direction at all. Look up, where
Hagar looked. She never would have
found the fountain at all, but when she
heard the voice of the angel she looked up,
and she saw the flngor pointing to the sup
ply. And O, soul, if to-day, with one
earnest, intense prayer you would only look
up to Christ, he would point you down to
the supply in the wilderness. “Look unto
me all ye ends of the earth, and be ye
saved; for I am God, and there is none else.”
Look! look! as Hagar looked.
Yes, there is a well for every desert of
bereavement. Looking over the audience
to-day, I notice signs of mourning. Have
you found consolation? O man bereft, O
woman bereft, have you found consolation?
Hearse after hearse. We step from one
grave hillock to another grave hillock. We
follow corpses, ourselves soon to be like
them. The world is in mourning for its
dead. Every heart has become the sepul
cher of some buried joy. But sing ye to
God, every wilderness has a well in
it; and I come to that well to-dav, and
I begin to draw water from that well. If
you have lived in the country, you have
sometimes taken hold of the rope of the old
well sweep, and you know how the bucket
came up dripping with bright, cool water.
And I lay hold of the rope of God’s mercy
to-day. and I begin to draw on that gospel
well sweep, and I see the bucket coming up.
Thirsty soul 1 Here is one bucket of life!
Come and drink of it. “Whosoever will,
let him come and take of the water of life
freely.” I pull away again at the rope, and
another bucket comes up It is this prom
ise: “Weeping may endure for a night,
but joy eometh in tho“morulng." I
lay hold of the rope again, and I pull away
with all my strength, ami the bucket comes
up bright, and beautiful, and cool. Here
is the promise: “Como unto me, all ye who
are weary and heavy laden, and I will give
you rest.’’
The old astrologers used to cheat the
people with the idea that they could tell
from the position of the stars what wouli
occur in the future, and if a cluster of stars
stood in one relation, that would be a
prophecy of evil; if a cluster of stars stood
in another relation, that would be a
prophecy of good. What superstition!
But here is anew astrology in which
I put all my faith. By looking up to
the Star of Jacob, the morning star of
the Redeemer, I can make this prophecy in
regard to those who put their trust in God:
“All things work together for good to those
who love God.” I read it out on the sky. I
read it out in the Bible. I read it out in al 1
things: “All things work together for good
to those who love God." Do you love him?
Have you seen the Nyetauthes? It is a beau
tiful flower,but it gives very little fragrance
until after sunset. Then it pours its rich
ness on the air. And this grace of the
gospel that I commend to you this day,
while it may be very sweet during the day
of prosperity, it pours forth its richest
aroma after sun down, and it will be sun
down with you and me after awhile. When
you come to go out of this world, will it bs
"a desert march, or will it be a fountain for
your soul?
A Christian Hindoo was dying, and his
heathen comrades came around him and
tried to comfort him by reading some of
the pages of their theology, but he waved
his hand as much as to say: “I don’t want
to hear it.” Then they called in a heathen
priest, and he said: “If you will only recite
the Numtra it will deliver you.” He’ waved
his hand as much as to say: “I don’t want
to hear that.” Then they said: “Call on
Juggernaut” He shook his head as much
as to say: “I can’t do that.” Then
they thought perhaps he was too
weary to speak, and they said:
“Now, if you can’t say ‘Juggernaut,’ think
of that god.” He shook his head again, as
much as to say: “No, no, no.” They then
bent down to his pillow, and they said: “In
what will you trust?” His face lighted up
with the very glories of the celestial sphere
os ho cried out, rallying all his dying ener
gies: "Jesus.”
O come to-day to the fountain—the foun
tain open for sin and uncleanuess. I will
tell you the whole story in two or three
sentences. Pardon for all sin. Comfort
for all trouble. Light for all darkuoss.
And every wilderness has a well in it.
Though Shaken Like a Leaf
By the moet trivial causes, weatc nerves are
easily susceptible of invigoration. a term which
also imports, in this instance, quietude. The
nervous have but to use Hostetler's Stomach
Bitters systematically to overcome that super
sensitlveuess of the human sensorium, which is
subversive of all bodily comfort and mental
tranquility, and which reacts most hurtfully
upon the system. The difficulty underlying
this, as.well as many other ailments, is imper
fect assimilation, no less ttian incomplete diges
tion of the food. In the discharge of both tho
digestive and assimilative functions, the
Bitters are the most potent, the most reliable
auxiliary. As the body regains vigor and regu
[ larity by its aid, the brain and nervous system
are also henefitted. Persons subject to the in
fluence of malaria, dyspeptic and rheumatic in
valids, and persons wnose kidneys are inactive,
should also use tho Bitters.
TIIE MORNING NEWS: MONDAY, JUNE 17, 1889.
A WEEPING STRAIN.
A SONG PUBLISHER TELLB WHY SO
MANY FAIL AS WRITERS.
They Sing In Sad Weeping Willow
Strains of Lost Hope, of Dis&ppinted
Love, and a Darksome Future A
Poor Outlook for Composers—Songs
Plentiful, and Only Worth $25 Each
of Best.
(Copyrighted.)
New York, June 15. —“1f a song hap
pens to touch the popular heart there is a
fortune in it.”
So spoke Pond, the big Broadway music
publisher, the other day. Tnen he went on
to philosophize, and added: “The majority
of unsuccessful song writers and composers
sing in the sad and weeping willow strain.
Instead of composing a paean of joy that
celebrates and arouses hope within the
human breast, they sing of disappointed
love, of blasted hope and a darksome future.
There are more embryo Manfreds in the
country than anybody outside of the busi
ness can imagine. But unlike Manfred ex
istence is sweet to them and they are irre
pressible.
“There are two kinds of pessimistic song
writers: The Mark Topley type, that com
pose such songs as “Mother Bury Me Deep
Beneath the Daisies,” and who are so san
gui.io of success that a hundrei failures do
not daunt them; and the hypochondriacs,
who cannot be suppressed, but devote a
large amount of time to bewailing the
degeneracy of the age in not appreciating
true genius. They forget that the era of
trasny sentimental songs has passed and
that optimism is the key to success of some
of the most noted song writers and com
posers. More depends upon tho music of a
song than its words to make it a success.
Some very trashy verses set to music
frequently catch the popular fancy simply
through the inspiration of the composer aud
not the poetaster.”
“What special style of song writers and
composers are popular?”
“Topical songs oertainly are the most
popular, and bring’in more money than
serious works. The life of even the most
popular topical song though is ephemeral,
and after three or four months it loses
favor, not because the public is fickle, but
for the very good reason that the opera or
farcical play where the song is nighty* given
has gone to some other city or been taken
off the boards for another play. ‘Razzle
Dazzle,’ ‘The Dotlet on the Eye,’ and ‘Read
the Answer in the Stars,’ all had a popular
run as long as they were sung here nightlv
in the theaters. The boys whistled
them on the streets, and; the ambi
tious amateurs and musical young
ladies all rushed to buy the songs that bad
caught the popular fancy. It is the saui9
with every topical song, very few live long
after the operas in which they were sung
have been taken off the boards. But there
are songs composed by Sullivan, Tosti and
others that have a popularity that time
canuot entirely destroy. Whenever Tosti
or Sullivan compose the music of a song
naturally it has a greater sale than some of
their previous efforts. The ‘Lost Chord'
still has a great sale, and ‘The Earl King’
is to-dav a popular concert aud parlor
song. Some songs that have been for
gotten for years suddenly come into favor.
•Rock-a-Bye Baby’ for instance has been re
vived simply on account of its being sung
every night at the ‘Old Homestead’ play.
Stephen C. Foster composed some songs
along in the sixties that still strike the pop
ular chord, such as ‘Old Black Joe,’‘My
Old Kentucky Home,’ and others. The
music in them is melody and the tunes can
be carried by singers who cannot read
music.”
“Do you have many songs offered to
you?”
“Yes, scores of them are brought in and
reach me by mail every day. About one
in twenty-five is accepted. The number of
young and ambitious song writers aud
composers in America is far greater than
any outsider would suppose. I have a
skilled professor and teacher who has de
voted forty years to passing upon the
merits of musical compositions and as yet
I have no cause to complain of his judg
ment. He is conscientious, unprejudiced
and knows the value of popular music.
As soon as I receive a song set to music I
give it to him to try and always abide by
nis decision. lam no tyro in music myself
and there are hundreds of manuscripts
sent in that I can see at a glance have no
merit, because the author does not under
stand how to write music. Witnout bars
and time marked, we cannot tell much
about a composition. I cannot recall a
single instance where a song has been re
jected that was afterward published and
proved a success. Errors of judgment,
though, can be made, for even in music
there are no infallible standards. If a
musical examiner does nothing else he is
apt to fall into ruts, and become a fanatic
on the subject of style In music. If he
teaches aud goes among the people, he is
bound to know what is acceptable to them.
It is his duty to go to comic aud grand
operas and co :certs, and, indeed, to keep
thoroughly abreast of the popular taste.”
“Do you have many ladies in your daily
list of aspiring authors?”
“A great many, and mo3tof them young.
They write a song and set them to sad,
plaintive music, that would answer just as
well for a funeral dirge or a Laplander’s
dauce. These songs have a sad theme of
love running through them, and a majority
belong to tne class of sentimental songs we
call ‘wailers.’ If I were asked to give
advice to the young lady song writers I
would first ask them not to wail, but write
a farcical or topical song, and gradually
work up to pure, healthy seutimeut. Where
a young lady has talent for song music it is
generally of a higher order. The best song
writers, though, are men, and I think that
is owing to tho fact that they, as a rule, are
not. so ultra sentimental.
“Recently a pale young man, scarcely 3(1,
came iu, gave me a manuscript and confi
dentially informed me that he had been
called by many friends another Beethoven.
His composition did not merit any praise
whatever, and was not oven aecapted.
Song writers and composers should remem
ber that song music, as well as instrumental
music, is graded from number one to num
ber seven. Number one is tho easiest to
play, and the beginner doing five finger
exercises is usually given this grade. Songs
have to be composed for the b gi iuers, the
young people that are being taught to sing
and play, aud those who compose
should remember this and not be too
vaulting in their ambitions. We
want song composers who are modest
enough to do something easy, with a sweet,
simple strain for a basis. Asa rule it is
au easy, melodious song that takes better iu
a comic opera, than heavy, difficult arias
and barocallos. What would th 9 ‘Yeoman
of the Guard’ have been without the ‘Little
Matin gal’ and tne ballad ‘Were I Thy
Bride*’ Dixey’s farce play, ‘Adonis,’ re
ceived immense aid from his topical song.
‘lt is English, You Know,” and the ‘Blame
Hussar’ was made more sparkling by the
interpolation of ‘Oh, Hey, Mama.’ The
style of the latter song is popular still and
‘Were I Thy Bride’ is not called for often.
‘lt is English, You Know’ has not been
published, and, of course, has no sale. It
would have been more popular if Dixev
had permitted it to be published. He made
a mistake. I think, by refusing.”
“Of all the songs, topical or otherwise
which hold their own the best?”
“Tho Mulligan senes of songs that Harri
gan aud Hart used to sing. They have a pop
ular aii‘, and the fact that Harrigan is still
before the public, singing new songs each
season, has a good deal to do, no doubt, with
the propularity of these old favorite-. Top
ical smgs come and go, but tho Mulligan
series seem to go on forever. The secret of
a soug is not in the pathetie words, but in
the sweet music that carries the song. Soon
a. ter the earthquake in Charleston
I received a beautiful little poem
on the subject, written especially to
set to music by an accomplished poetess.
Well, I sent that poem to five of the best
song composers in the city, and each in bis
turn returned it, saying that it was impos
sible to oompose any music to suit it. There
are hundreds of songs that have been ac
cepted aud published that lie in obscurity
upon the shelves of music stores, that if
sung in an opera or a few popular concerts
would make the composers famous. I
always think of the poet Gray’s lines:
“Full many a gem of purest ray serene, etc.”
when I look at the number of songs in stock
that never will be asked for, much less
sung. Nothing succeeds like success, and if
you try to sell a soug that is not known,
you are met with the answer: ‘I do not
want it because I never beard anything
about it.’ Accepted authors iu mu-ic are
like well-known writers, they have the ad
vantage of having a clientele. I suppose I
receive on an average fifty manuscripts a
day—song music,wal zes, and every variety
of composition. If I can avoid it I never
buy a song in manuscript. I consider $35 a
fair price far a song and run tne risk of its
bei ig sold. A royalty is paid to popular
song writers, and the publisher of course
runs the risk of selling enough to pay ex
penses.
“The price that a young composer puts
on his songs is very much at variance with
the figures of the publisher. Recently a
young man, bubbling over with enthusiasm
(they all bubble), came into my office and
said he had written aud set to music a class
ical gem, or cantata, which he desired to
sell to me outright, so I c >uld publish it and
make a fortune. I asked him how much he
asked for his wonderful gem. In cool earn
est lie said SIO,OOO. I gazed steadily at him
thinking that perhaps be might show other
symptoms of insanity. ‘Ah, you are
debating how much cash I want
down?’ he said. Well, I desire the
entire sum cash down. His nerve was
wonderful and I admired it. ‘I canuot pay
you anything because I do not wish the
song,’ I replied. He seemed to be aston
ished aud asked me how much I thought
his song was worth. I told him that *25
would be a big price to pay for it. He
rushed out as if thoroughly incensed. He
evidently thought I was attempting to
have sport out of him. In a week he came
back.Jafter he had been to other publisners,
I presume, and asked ms if I would give
him $35 for it. Ho is a sample of many that
know absolutely nothing about the value of
songs.
"It is like speculating on Wall street to
invest in songs. If I knew that a song was
going to be sung in a comedy or opera
bouffe, it would be worth buying for a
small suru. The song composer who has
confidence in himself and money, simply
pays to have his works published. A hun
dred copies will be printed for the first edi
tion, and, if the song is a go, it is very easy
to run off 500 more.'’
David Wechsler.
AN ARMY OF SCHOOLMA’AMS
That Raids New York Every Year in
June.
Copyright Secured.
New York, June 15.—The streets are
full of bright-faced voung women who
carry themselves uncommonly well and show
the results of gymnastic training in the splen
did positions of heads and shoulders. Every
year at the beginning of June we are com
ing to look for the r appearance. They are
the college girls in search of schools. They
ride up and down in the elevators of tall
buildings in the shopping districts, haunt
ing the teachers’ agencies; they stop to buy
daisies and mountain laurels on the side
walks and their lithe figures and fresh color
are pleasant to look on. They dress very
simply, with little jewelry or none at all,
but their butterflv bonnets and pretty gloves
are unmistakably refined.
The process oi obtaining a school is often
a weary one, and July may come in and
find many of the applicants still in the
oity. New York is the greatest headquar
ters for tea hers for the country, and thous
ands of names are registered personally and
by letters for vacancies west, south, north,
and east from Maine to California. Many
schools leave the selection of their teachers
wholly in the hands of New York agents
who choose for them from the multitude of
candidates who apply. A majority of the
teachers’ agencies are conducted by women
who require a registration fee of <2 on ap
plication and charge a commission of 5 per
cent, or thereabout on salaries under SI,OOO
and 7 per cent, on salaries above that sum.
Preliminaries over, the would-be teacher
is put through a catechism. An average
set of questions for academic work largely
begins with inquiries about diplomas, de
grees and testimonials, experiences, aud the
addresses of persons who will testify to the
moral character. It proceeds to probe the
depth of one’s understanding of Greek,
Latin, matlimatics, modern languages, the
natural sciences, history, metaphysics, liter
ature and voice culture. It wants to know
if you are proficient in stenography and
telegraphy and bookkeeping. It manifests
an interest in drawing aud woodc irving
and painting in oil and water, modeling,
pastel, embroidery and decorative art. It
asks about instrumental music and the
quality of your voice and would you sing
in a choir* It queries whether or no you
are a kindergartner, whether you are a
specialist in manual training and gymnas
tics. It asks what educational journals you
read, how old you are, color of hair and
eyes, hight and weight, whether deformed
or maimed, where you go to church, and
state of single or double blessedness. It re
quires the deposit of a photograph, and if
you are a woman, as happens to most
teachers, it expects a clean bill of health
from your family physician.
It goes without saying that the number
of candidates is four times the number of
openings. Who comes off first best, then,
in the competition? The testimony is all
but universal that it is the college girls.
“Ten years from now,” said a man who
conducts one of the largest teachers’ agen
cies, “it will be practically impossible for a
woman not a graduate from a good col
lege to obtain a place as teacher in any of
tho high grade private schools of the coun
try or in any ot the first rank public schools
above the grammar grades.”
“There can be no question about it,” said
a woman of the head of a sec >nd agency,
“the collegiate alumnae have an immense
advantage. Private schools, academies,
institutes and high schools have long ex
pected their male teachers to be graduates
uud now they are exacting the same thing
from the women.”
“There is already an outcry, not loud but
deep,” was said at a third bureau, “from
the older teachers, of many years’ exper
ience, used to the cream of the places, who
begin to find themselves thrust aside to
make room for young chits, themselves j ist
out of school. There are many schools
which infitely prefer a bright, energetic
young woman just out ot Smith or Vas
sar to a woman, be sue never so good an
instructor and disciplinarian who has taught
without the college girl’s education ten
years. Certificates of graduation from
fashionable boarding schools whose pupils
are coddled to induce them to come back
next term don’t count in these days at all,
their holders take back seats or stand up a'
together.”
“Is there any preference shown es be
tween the graduates of the women’s colleges
and the co-educational institutions?”
“Only in individual cases. One school may
want a"Wellesley girl just as another may
want a Columbia instead of a Harvard
man. There is no distinct on in the aver
age.”
Much is exacted, what is given.
“Do teachers’ wages a ivance with the im
provement in wornenV education?’
“Certainly they do, hnd yet not in pro
portion to the adva oca of the standard.
That is to say, if a &irl wants to do well as
a teacher she ought to go to college, and
yet, if she goes to college, the chances are
she will not receir e wages to repay her for
the long and expensive course ot study.”
The catechisms of the teacners agencies
require the applicants to state the amount
of the expected salary. “Suppose,” was
asked at a prosperous registry." “suppose a
young woman three years out of Va-sar
and successful in her vocation, what figures
might she insert in that blank as expressing
a remuneration to be reasonably expected
after o many year* of preparation and ex
perience enough to test her fi ness?”
“About #7uO.” was the answer.
‘"lf she were to go to a private school or
academy,” replied a seco id person inter-
T.ewed, “she would receive SSOO or s6ooand
her board. We reckon board at about S2OO
additional. If she taught in a high school
the wages would be *7OO or $800.”
“I couldn’t give you any average salary
for college graduates,” was the reply in a
third instance. “If i were to say SI,OOO, or
$1,200, or $1,400, just because I have known
of young women’s receiving tboie sains, I
should have hundreds of women here ex
pecting to do equally well. Now, in point
of fact, su h figures are exceptional. I
have known a college graduate, with not
more than four or five years’ experience, to
get a $2,000 position, and I have known
another just as well qualified to be glad to
obtain a primary class in a Chicago public
school at not abovo S4OO salary. Some
women are fortunate enough to" step at
once into good places, but 1 should say that
SBOO was as much as a young woman, after
some experience, could expect to command.
The number of places paying above that
figure is limited.”
“You spoke of public school classes; there
are sixty or seventy principalsnips in the
New York public schools which pay women
from $1,700 to $1,900.”
“Yes, and there are nearly 3,000 which
pay less than S9OO. Six hundred dollars is
an excellent public school figure, and pro
motion comes not from scolarship but from
ability to run pupils through the sausage
mill.”
And the college girls are supposed to be
getting the cream of the vacancies! Is teach
ing a failure? To spend seven years fitting
one’s self to teach Greek and Latin and the
higher mathematics and to sing in a choir
to boot, for smaller wages than may be
earned by a good type writer is not an en
couraging prospect, but there are other
difficulties in the would-be iustructo’s path.
“It is one of my chief vexations,” said an
intelligent agent, “that schools will persist
in dictating the religion of a teacher of
geometry. Of course that sort of thing is
dying out, but there is a good deal of it left
still. This tells in the strict church school
chiefly against Unitarians and Universal
ists. I’ve known a Vassar girl lose a SI,BOO
P' sition because she had beeu brought up in
a liberal church.
“A thing that sometimes helps a girl is
beauty. Some principals of boys’ schools
won’t engage a teacher who is not pretty. I
have known the proprietor of a Friends’
school in Philadelphia who used to dictate
the kind of slippers his teachers should as
sume in the classroom. He always advised
elbow sleeves.”
If teachers’ wages are low governesses
fare worse. English travel has demoralized
us. We have grown used to advertisements
of this order;
WANTED, a good cook, wages .£6O aDd a
home; also a governess; must come well
recommended; wages £l6 and a home.
Ra-ldent governesses in New York receive
all the way from nothing—and a home—up
to $75 a month. One governess receives
S9O. Not one in a hundred gets as high as
S6O. T wenty dollars a month is not un
usual for a woman of high educ ition, but
that sum does not commonly command full
time. As explained at the teachers’ agencies
it means that a wealthy German family
may send its children to a private school in
the morning to learn English and employ a
governess to live in the house aud help with
the sowing and superintend the German
education in the afternoon. Such a gover
orness, if she can get away from the sewing,
can take extra pupils in the forenoon and
earn perhaps $25 a month additional, es
pecially if her employers are society people,
so that to have lessons from “the same gov
erness who teaches the little ’s” is some
thing of a card. If she gets too prosperous
by this means, however, the family may cut
her down.
The teachers’ business is badly over
crowded, and by and by, perhaps, instead
of cutting one another’s throats by competi
tion and keeping wages so nearly down to
the level of the days when a girl wont to a
seminary for a single term and then taught
at 17, the girls who now go to college and
then teach at 23 will experiment more freely
in direction other than pedagogics. If not,
no amount of Sanskrit or Hebrew or art
needlework, metaphysios or harp playing,
chemistry or pastel, calculus or elocution,
astronomy or soprano singing will materi
ally raise wages in a glutted market. The
angel Gabriel would go cheap at auction if
all tho hosts of heaven were put up for sale
the same morning.
Eliza Putnam Heaton.
TRICKS TO ENLIVEN TRADE.
Your Picture for Nothing—Cats, Frogs
and Goats in Shop Windows.
From the New York Sun.
A hungry man who was sauntering along
Eighth avenue one bright afternoon re
cently. walked into a small restaurant a
short distance above Twenty-third street,
and dropping into a seat at one of tables
ordered some cakes and coffee and a piece
of pie. He got two checks from the waiter
when his frugal meal was over. One bore
the figures 15. The other had the legend:
This entities the bearer to one photograph.
The customer handed it to the casnier and
asked, in some surprise, what it meant.
“Oh, that’s all right,” the cashier |said;
“that’s thrown id as an extra inducement
to patronize us. The competition around
here is so stiff that we have to do something
to hold on to our business. Step out in the
back yard and our artist will take a snap
at you free.”
The customer found a camera rigged up
against the feuce in the little yard. A pho
tographer stood beside it, and in less than
five minutes he finished a cheap tintype.
When he left the restaurant the proprie
tor proudly pointed to two large frames in
one corner of the establishment. It con
tained over 100 tintypes ranged in rows.
Beneath was a placard bearing the words,
“My Patrons.”
A few nights later the same man entered
the restaurant again and was amazed to see
his photograph added to the large collec
tion.
“Take that out of that frame right off,”
he said, indignantly.
“Oh, I couldn’t think of it,” said the pro
prietor, coolly, “if you want that removed
you’ll have to sue me for putting it there
without your permission;” and he turned on
his heel.
The man got the picture out later on, but
not until he had resorted to the strategy of
feeing a friend to rip it out of the frame
when the restaurant keeper’s back was
turned.
The free photograph with coffee and cakes
is the latest and ipc„t remarkable novelty
in the multiplic : i.y of devices that trades
men resort to just now to attract patronage.
A trunk de .ier in Fulton street, Brooklyn,
draws a c.owd to his store daily by the ex
hibition of two big cats that make a pecu
liar kind of noise that is called “talking.”
T> jy are called Australian talking cats, aud
Ine city is flooded with circulars announcing
where they can be seen, with a price list of
trunks tacked on to a picture of the two
pets. A Broadway florist has the street
in front of his store blockaded
with women every fair day during
the afternoon promenade of the fash
ionables. They orowd around to admire
two superb Angora cats that nestle at the
edge of the flower gardens in the show
windows. In one window is a snow-white
Angora, and iu the other is an Angora with
jet black fur. A saloon keeper in Nassua
street draws lots of custom daily by shov
ing off a big green irog in the front win
dow. The crowd lingers by the hour to
watch the frog dive into a tank among a
lot of goldfish and little turtles. An enter
prising German further down the same
street gives passersby plenty to laugh at in
watching the antics of five playful kittens
on the carpeted floor of his show window.
The other day an up-town liquor dealer
advertised for a goat with whiskers. He
wanted to put the goat in the window, and
let it buck against a lot of rubber figures
that it couldn’t break if it tried ever so
bard. A Third avenue dealer later in the
week put a 2-mouths-old billy goat in his
window, as an announcement to thirsty
wayfarers that there was good beer
drink inside. The apparent inability of t\ •
young goat to compreaend why it couldti ,
get out to :he crowd of small boys, wt ;
pressed close to the window and eoaxei j
it to come to them, ied it into the perl'
formance of maneuvers tnat were irresistt-;
bly funny, “I have tried ali sorts of things,”'
tne saloonkeeper said, “in the way of bri -
a-brac and i ictures. and I have found that
nothing makes pedestrians stop and look
like the display of something that is alive
and kicking, and a billy goat is about the
kickiugest thing next to a mule that you can
find. I couldn’t ,ut a mule in the window
because the glass insurance people wouldn’t
stand it, and so Ig >t the goat. A live mul9
would be an immense hit, though, and
don’t you forget it.”
MOSES P. HANDY’S RISE.
“There’s No Telling About the Luck of
a Runt Pig.”
From the New York Star.
Moses P. Handy deposited his well-filled
haversack at his hotel very soon after the
arrival of the City of Paris, which he
claims ran 514 miles on the last day of the
voyage, and Moses is a truthful man, or
was before he went to Europe a few months
ago. Handy, besides being president of the
Clover Club, is a sort of high-toned Phila
delphia institution, whose chief industry is
to preside at swell dinner and make “the
boys” behave themselves when they get a
little too much wine, as they frequently
do. ~ Handy was born in Virginia,
and is a typical southerner, with a
flue northern polish. His long journalistic
career began in Richmond, and he after
ward journeyed to New York, stopping in
Washington and Puiladelpiiia on the way.
He doesn’t go back to Virginia very often,
and the people there have forgotten how
wonderfully he has changed since he used
to be knocking around, getting S2O a week
at the capital of the Old Dominion. How
little they know of him in his present guise
I can best tell in the words of Lieut. Gov.
Walker, who lives at Wythe villa, in South
western Virginia, near the Tennessee line.
I was in that region onco, and stopped to
see the governor. That evening Judge Sta
ples of the court of appeals of Virginia,
who lived at Christiausburg, a few miles
beyond, happened in.
During the conversation of the evening,
Staples turned to me and said:
“t)o you know anything about a news
paper man up north by the name of
Handy?”
“Oh, yes; very well indeed.”
“How does he get along?” wa* the next
question.
"Oh, very well indeed,” was my reply.
“He is the managing editor of one of our
greatest daily papers.”
“What sort of "position is that?” chimed
in Gov. Walker.
“One of the best positions in journalism,”
was my response.
“Well, isn’t that queer?” rejoined Judge
Staples. “Governor, don’t you remember
him when he wore a broad-brimmed hat
and long hair, and carried six pencils in his
pocket? We always thought he was a sort
of crank.”
The governor, who seemed to be in a
brown study over Handy’s advance in bis
profession, turned to me and said:
“How much salary does he get I”
“Well, I suppose Handy’s income is at
least $12,000 a year,” I replied.
This announcement startled Judge Sta
ples from his chair, and, looking at Gov.
Walker in blank astonishment, he ex
claimed:
“Well, governor, ain’t that lightning?
But this is only another proof of the truth
of the old adage, ‘There is no telling about
the luck of a runt pig.’ ”
A LETTER FROM GLADSTONE.
x-ord Palmerston’s Cabinet, the Ameri-
Civil War and the South.
New York, i <.. Honry Clews sent
a copy of his “Thirty Years in Wall Street”
to W. E. Gladstone, aud received to-day a
letter of acknowledgment and a second let
ter, which is as follows:
Dear Sir; Having expressed my interest in
the portions of your work which I read on the
day ot its arrival, I think it would be less than
ingenuous it I did not, after reading what re
lates to the cabinet of Lord Palmerston in page
56 and in the following chapter, make some
reference to it.
Allow me to assure you that, so far as that
cabinet is concerned, you have been entirely
misled in regard to matters of fact. Asa mem
ber of it, and now nearly its sole surviving
member, I can state that it never at any time
dealt with the subject of recognizing the south
ern states In your great civil war, excepting
when it learned the proposition of the Emperor
Napoleon HI., and declined to entertain that
proposition without qualification, hesitation,
delay or dissent.
In the debate which took place on Mr. Roe
buck's proposal for the negotiation, Lord Rus
sell took no part, and could take none, as he
was a member of the House of Lords. I spoke
for the cabinet.
You will, I am sure, be glad to learn that
there is no foundation for a charge which, had
it been true, might have aided in seeping alive
angry sentiments happily gone by.
You are, of course, at liberty to publish this
letter.
"To your reference in page TO as a record of
impressions, which I am not entitled to use, I
can make no objection, though you are proba
bly aware that they were many years ago the
subject of a detailed explanation from me to
the American government and of a most hand
some reply from Mr. Hamilton Fish. I remain,
dear sir, your very faithful servant,
W. E. Gladstone.
Railroad Patron—Wfijy don’t you have a
clock here?
Station Agent—Got tired telling people it
was right.— New York Tribune.
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