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had open before me a way of promotion. interest and profit in its performance, howExperience alone could disclose the value ever hard it may be. of the opening ; but the “

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Slender as is my acquaintance with is a winter as well as a summer resort, and either, I yet see, with perfect certainty, a porter's services are therefore in demand that the standard of character is higher in through the year. If efficient, intelligent this company of servants than among the labor could not eventually win higher and gang of unskilled laborers. Other causes more responsible position in such an en- may have a share in this result, but the terprise, and possibly gain, at last, an in- efficient cause is clear in the better moral terest in the business, the case is surely ex- atmosphere in which the work is done. I ceptional.

do not know how conscious is the feeling It is the change in external conditions of unity of interest with their employer, or and its bearing upon me as a human work- of copartnery with one another in labor, er which have most impressed me, in con- or of personal responsibility; but all these trast with my first experience.

motives must play a part in effecting the I worked for nine hours and a quarter successful accomplishment of the houseat West Point; and had, at the end of the work, with its intricacies and interdependay's labor, if the weather had been good, dences which render constant personal eighty-five cents above actual living ex- oversight impossible. Of course the propenses. Here I have usually worked from prietor has much trouble with the “ help,” five o'clock in the morning until eleven at and there are frequent changes among night, at all manner of menial drudgery, them; but the body of the company reand have gone to bed in the comfortable mains the same, and some of the servants assurance that, in addition to food and shel- have been here for several seasons. ter, I have earned twenty-six cents and a Certainly one is obliged to look elsefraction. And yet, as a matter of choice, where than to wages for a cause of betpurely with reference to the conditions un- ter work as showing a finer moral fibre, if der which the work is done, I should in- I may judge from my twenty-six cents a finitely prefer a week of my present du- day. I dare say that mine is the minimum ties to a single day at such labor as that wage. The chef told me that he gets sixty at West Point.

dollars a month, and I fancy that his is The work here is specific, and it is mine, the maximum sum. It is purely a guess, to be done as I best can. Responsibility but I venture it, that the average among and initiative and personal pride enter here, us would not exceed five dollars a week. and render the eighteen hours of this work Five dollars a week above the necessaries incomparably shorter than the nine hours of life will buy much among the commonof my last. It is true that it partakes of the est proletariat. Under certain conditions character of much household service, in that, or even a less sum, might buy industhat it is ever doing and is never done ; but trious and almost continuous effort for there is a feeling of accomplishment in the fourteen or eighteen hours a day, but not, fact of getting my quarters clean and the I fancy, in the present economic condigrounds in order, and in keeping them so, tion of household servants in this country. although it be at the cost of labor always There must be other causes to account repeated and never ended.

for that. Perhaps it is because I am still haunted The want of time which is at one's by the thought of the cruel bondage of un- own command is the commonest objecskilled labor, under which men exhaust tion urged against domestic service as actheir powers of body and mind and soul counting for the ready choice of harder at work that, in the very conditions of its work with far less of creature comfort, but doing, seems to harden them into slaves, with definite limits and entire disposing of instead of strengthening them into men, the rest of one's day. Stronger than this, that I fail to feel keenly the want of time I fancy, as an objection, is a social disathat I can call my own. I have an inde- bility which attaches to service, and under pendence of vastly better sort in having the sway of which a house-maid has not work which I can call my own, and which the prospect of so good a marriage, socialI can do with some human pleasure and ly considered, as a factory girl, who earns a scanty living, but is subject to no one's A course of eighteen hours of continuous commands outside of the factory gates. daily duty soon gives one a surprising rel.

The strength of social conventions is a ish for the pleasure of doing as you please. force to be reckoned with among the I know now something of the delight of a working classes. It may seem that below “Sunday off.” I got my first leave of abthe standing of folk gentle by birth and sence one afternoon when I was allowed breeding there are no social standards or to go to the village of Central Valley to social barriers of serious strength. I begin have my boots mended. Not since I was to suspect that distinctions are as clearly a small boy at boarding-school have I made on one side of that line as the other. felt the same vivid pleasure in going freeVery certain I am that the upper servants ly forth, knowing that, for the time, I was here and the nurses and house-maids are my own master; and when I returned removed from us of the clothes-washing to the hotel, it was very much with the and dish-washing and floor-scrubbing fra- school-boy's feeling of passing again unternity by a very considerable social gulf. der the yoke.

(To be continued.)

WE TOO SHALL SLEEP

By Archibald Lampman

Ah not for thee,
Beloved child, the burning grasp of life
Shall bruise the tender soul. The noise and strife
And clamor of midday thou shalt not see ;
But wrapped forever in thy quiet grave,
Too little to have known the earthly lot,
Time's clashing hosts above thine innocent head,
Wave upon wave,
Shall break, or pass as with an army's tread,
And harm thee not.

A few short years,
We of the living flesh and restless brain
Shall plumb the deeps of life and know the strain,
The fleeting gleams of joy, the fruitless tears ;
And then at last when all is touched and tried,
Our own immutable night shall fall, and deep
In the same silent plot, O little friend,
Side by thy side,
In peace that changeth not, nor knoweth end,
We too shall sleep.

By Helen Gray Cone

Yes, you may build her again
As she was when she sailed the sea ;
She may bear the brave old name,
And the harbors hail her the same ;
'Tis her semblance, it is not she !
She is gone from our mortal ken.

I know not how or when,
But her spirit escaped away
From the dock and the dull decay,
From the uses of unprized age
And the changes wrought of men ;
Like a wild sea-bird from a cage,
Her soul took flight from the form
To the tides that none can tame,
To the restless fields of her fame,
To the wet salt wind and the storm !

Somewhere she ranges free,
Stately, a shape of light,
Revisiting leagues of sea
Illumined with glorious fight.
She hangs like a lucent cloud
On the coast where her guns spoke loud,
In the gates of the Moslem proud,
Till the Crescent grew faint with fright.
Exultant she bounds on the brine,
Tracing the course of the race
When the Æolus held her in chase,
And the Belvidere and the Shannon,
And the Africa, ship-o'-the-line,
With another, doomed to her cannon,
To be blazoned in flame at the last,
When the grim sea-duel was done :
God rest the souls that passed
Ere the Guerrière's leeward gun !
Ere the noblest flag on the sea
Came down to the Stripes and Stars !
Oh, the frigate-ghost, as she ranges free,
Thrills yet through her spectral spars !

Aye, the old pride stirs her still
As she sails and sails at will ;
In her cross-trees memories nestle,
Though she walks the wave a ghost.
Well she minds the wary wrestle
When her shot poured hot as lava
On the shattered, stubborn Java,

Off the dim Brazilian coast ;
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And she haunts the moonlit seas
Where her crashing broadsides broke
Through the drift of silvered smoke
While she waged a double battle
In the waters Portuguese.
Still the ghostly muskets rattle,
And the old drums beat, beat, beat,
Like a heart that will not die;
And the old fife whistles high,
And the powder-scent is rank,
And she feels on her hollow plank
The old, dead heroes' feet !
Ah, never sailor-man
Has seen her where she ranges,
Escaped from time and changes
As only spirits can,
Clear, absolute, and free!
Yet, some stern hour to be,
When a fight is fought at sea,
And the right of the fight is ours,
And the cause of the right is failing,
There shall rise a frigate sailing,
A luminous presence paling
Through the powder-cloud where it lowers ;
Pale smoke from her side shall break,
Pale faces over her railing
Shall frown, till the foemen shake
With fear and bewildered passion,
Marking her old-time fashion,
In the turrets of hostile powers ;
And then shall the rumor run
Like a lightning from lip to lip,
And shall leap from ship to ship,
While the wounded gunner reels
Again to his reeking gun,
Touched with a magic that heals,
Feeling this vision remind him

That the strong Dead fight behind him : “ 'Tis the ghost of IRONSIDES,

Come back from the tameless tides,
From the ocean-fields unbounded,
Complete with her scattered spars,
Manned with the shades of her tars,
With the smoke of her guns surrounded,
To succor the Stripes and Stars !”

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(THE CONDUCT OF GREAT BUSINESSES—SIXTH PAPER)

By J. Lincoln Steffens

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W. R. LEIGH

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HE executive heads of some two- ager of a New York newspaper who used score of the great newspapers in 337,558 miles of it last year, said his bill

America, “talking shop" on a rail- was $617,000. The mechanical apparatus way train last spring, spoke of their prop- and processes have been as potent a factor erties as factories, and when the edito- in the growth of the newspaper as the enrial department was mentioned discussed terprise of men or the price of white paper. “their traffic in news," and likened the And in the editorial-rooms the comparison management of it to that of a department

with the departstore. White paper was the raw material

ment store is borne which was bought in bulk by the ton to be

out in principle and sold at a profit retail, and the price and

method. The quality of the several brands was

managing editor the favorite topic of

aims to supply all conversation. The

the wants of all machinery by which

sorts of people, and it was prepared for

the variety of interthe market was in

ests handled there teresting; circula

is divided into detion and advertising

partments, each were fascinating

with a sub-editor : subjects, too deli.

the foreign news, cate and dangerous,

with a cable editor; however, for easy

the national and chat.

state news with a tions were not once raised, and

telegraph editor; editorial policies might never

the local news, with have existed. These men were

a city editor ; and the publishers and business

so on through the managers and proprietors of

dramatic, the finannewspapers, not editors and

"Extr', extree! just out."

cial, the society, writers, but they “ran” their

the exchange, the papers ; they represented “the press.” art, the literary, the sporting departments, Journalism to-day is a business. To write with their expert managers and corps of of it as such is to write of it as it is. assistants.

This may seem to the constant reader" The man who paid the paper bill of a rather brutal conception of the fourth $617,000 expended altogether that year estate, but it is the inside view, and Mr. more than two millions of dollars. He has a Leigh, who has taken it for his illustrations, morning and an evening paper, and he empartly accounts for, if he does not wholly ploys 1,300 men and women every day in justify, it. His pictures of the press, com- the year, besides twice that number who posing, and stereotyping rooms, with their serve him at occasional critical moments. immense, complicated, delicate machinery His stock in trade, the news, is collected look like glimpses of a factory plant. The from all over the world. The course of paper on which the news is printed is the his business affects and is affected by every heaviest single item of expense; the man- interest in the civilized world, and he has

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