THE EYE OF A NEEDLE

REV. DR. TALMAGE SPEAKS FOR WOM-

EN WHO TOIL.

The Blessing and the Blight of Work--Body

and Soul Upon the Rack--Men and Women Oppressors--Woman's Highest Adornment.

BROOKLYN, June 3.--Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, who is now on his round the world journey, has chosen as the subject for today "Martyrs of the Needle," the text being Matthew xix, 24, "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle."

Whether this "eye of the needle" be the small gate at the side of the big gate at the entrance of the wall of the ancient city, as is generally interpreted, or the eye of a needle, such as is now handled in sewing a garment I do not say. In either case it would be a tight thing for a camel to go through the eye of a needle. But there are whole cara-

vans of fatigues and hardships going through the eye of the sewing woman's needle.

Very long ago the needle was busy. It was considered honorable for women to toil in olden time. Alexander the Great stood in his palace showing garments made by his own mother. The finest tapestries at Bayeux were made by the queen of William the Conqueror. Augustus, the emperor, would not wear any garments except those that were fashioned by some member of his royal family. So let the toiler everywhere be respected!

The greatest blessing that could have happened to our first parents was be-

ing turned out of Eden after they had done wrong. Adam and Eve, in their perfect state, might have got along without work or only such slight employment as a perfect garden, with no weeds in it, demanded. But as soon as they had sinned the best thing for them was to be turned out where they would have to work. We know what a withering thing it is for a man to have noth-

ing to do. Good old Ashbel Green, at fourscore years, when asked why he kept on working, said, "I do so to keep out of mischief." We see that a man who has a large amount of money to start with has no chance. Of the thousand prosperous and honorable men that you know, 999 had to work vigorously at the beginning.

The Idle Woman.

But I am now to tell you that indus-

try is just as important for a woman's safety and happiness. The most unhappy women in our communities today are those who have no engagements to call them up in the morning; who, once having risen and breakfasted, lounge through the dull forenoon in slippers down at the heel and with disheveled hair, reading the last novel, and who, having dragged through a wretched forenoon and taken their afternoon sleep, and having spent an hour and a half at their toilet, pick up their cardcase and go out to make calls, and who pass their evenings waiting for somebody to come in and break up the monotony. Arabella Stuart never was imprisoned in so dark a dungeon as that.

There is no happiness in an idle woman. It may be with hand, it may be with brain, it may be with foot, but work she must or be wretched forever. The little girls of our families must be started with that idea. The curse of our American society is that our young women are taught that the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, tenth, fiftieth, thousandth thing in their life is to get somebody to take care of them. Instead of that the first lesson should be how, under God, they may take care of themselves. The simple fact is that a majority of them do have to take care of themselves, and that, too, after having, through the false notions of their parents, wasted the years in which they ought to have learned how successfully to maintain them-

selves. We now and here declare the inhumanity, cruelty and outrage of that father and mother who pass their daugh-

ters into womanhood, having given them no facility for earning their liveli-

hood. Mme. de Stael said, "It is not these writings that I am proud of, but the fact that I have facility in 10 occupations, in any one of which I could make a livelihood."

A Word to Parents.

You say you have a fortune to leave them. O man and woman, have you not learned that, like vultures, like hawks, like eagles, riches have wings and fly away? Though you should be successful in leaving a competency behind you, the trickery of executors may swamp it in a night, or some elders or deacons of our churches may get up a fictitious company and induce your or-

phans to put their money into it, and if it be lost prove to them that it was eternally decreed that that was the way they were to lose it, and that it went in the most orthodox and heavenly style.

Oh, the damnable schemes that pro-

fessed Christians will engage in--until God puts his fingers into the collar of the hypocrite's robe and rips it clear down to the bottom! You have no right, because you are well off, to conclude that your children are going to be as well off. A man died, leaving a large fortune. His son fell dead in a Phila-

delphia grogshop. His old comrades came in and said as they bent over his corpse, "What is the matter with you, Boggsey?" The surgeon standing over him said: "Hush up! He's dead!" "Ah, he is dead!" they said. "Come, boys, let us go and take a drink in memory of poor Boggsey!"

Have you nothing better than money to leave your children? If you have not, but send your daughters into the world with empty brain and unskilled hand, you are guilty of assassination, homi-

cide, regicide, infanticide. There are women toiling in our cities for $3 and $4 per week who were the daughters of merchant princes. These suffering ones now would be glad to have the crumbs that once fell from their father's table. That wornout, broken shoe that she wears is the lineal descendent of the $12 gaiters in which her mother walked, and that torn and faded calico had ancestry of magnificent brocade that swept Broadway clean without any expense to the street commissioners. Though you live in an elegant residence, and fare sumptuously every day, let your daughters feel it is a disgrace to them not to know how to work. I denounce the idea, prevalent in society, that, though our young women may embroider slippers and crochet and make mats for lamps to stand on without disgrace, the idea of doing anything for a livelihood is dishonorable. It is a shame for a young woman, belonging to a large family, to be inefficient when her father toils his life away for her support. It is a shame for a daughter to be idle while her mother toils at the washtub. It is as honorable to sweep house, make beds and trim hats as it is to twist a watch chain.

Finical Notions. As far as I can understand, the line of respectability lies between that which is useful and that which is use-

less. If women do that which is of no value, their work is honorable. If they do practical work, it is dishonorable. That our young women may escape the censure of doing dishonorable work I shall particularize. You may knit a tidy for the back of an armchair, but by no means make the money wherewith to buy the chair. You may, with delicate brush, beautify a mantel ornament, but die rather than earn enough to buy a marble mantel. You may learn artistic music until you can squall Italian, but never sing "Ortonville" or "Old Hundred." Do nothing practical if you would in the eyes of refined society preserve your respectability. I scout these finical notions. I tell you no woman, any more than man, has a right to occupy a place in this world unless she pays a rent for it.

In the course of a lifetime you con-

sume whole harvests and droves of cattle, and every day you live breathe 40 hogsheads of good pure air. You must by some kind of usefulness pay for all this. Our race was the last thing creat-

ed--the birds and fishes on the fourth day, the cattle and lizards on the fifth day and man on the sixth day. If geol-

ogists are right, the earth was a million of years in the possession of the insects, beasts and birds before our race came upon it. In one sense we were innovators. The cattle, the lizards and the hawks had pre-emption right. The question is not what we are to do with the lizards and summer insects, but what the lizards and summer insects are to do with us.

If we want a place in this world, we must earn it. The partridge makes its own nest before it occupies it. The lark by its morning song earns its breakfast before it eats it. The Bible gives an intimation that the first duty of an idler is to starve when it says if he "will not work neither shall he eat." Idleness ruins health, and very soon nature says: "This man has refused to pay his rent. Out with him!"

The Toil of the Needle. Society is to be reconstructed on the subject of woman's toil. A vast majority of those who would have woman industrious shut her up to a few kinds of work. My judgment in this matter is that a woman has a right to do anything she can do well. There should be no department of merchandise, merchanism, art or science barred against her. If Miss Hosmer has genius for sculpture, give her a chisel. If Rosa Bonheur has a fondness for delineating animals, let her make "The Horse Fair." If Miss Mitchell will study astronomy, let her mount the starry ladder. If Lydia will be a merchant, let her sell purple. If Lucretia Mott will preach the gospel, let her thrill with her womanly eloquence the Quaker meeting house.

It is said if a woman is given such opportunities she will occupy places that might be taken by men. I say if she have more skill and adaptedness for any position than a man has let her have it. She has as much right to her bread, to her apparel and to her home as men have. But it is said that her nature is so delicate that she is unfitted for exhausting toil. I ask in the name of all past history what toil on earth is more severe, exhausting and tremendous than that toil of the needle to which for ages she has been subjected? The battering ram, the sword, the carbine, the battleax, have made no such havoc as the needle. I would that these living sepulchers in which women have for ages been buried might be opened, and that some resurrection trumpet might bring up those living corpses to the fresh air and sunlight. Go with me, and I will show you a woman who by hardest toil supports her children, her drunken husband, her old father and mother, pays her house rent, always has wholesome food on the table, and when she can get some neighbor on the Sabbath to come in and take care of her family appears in church with hat and cloak that are far from indicating the toil to which she is subjected.

Trials of Women.

Such a woman as that has body and soul enough to fit her for any position. She could stand beside the majority of your salesmen and dispose of more goods. She could go into your wheel-

wright shops and beat one-half of your workmen at making carriages. We talk about women as though we had resigned to her all the light work, and ourselves had shouldered the heavier. But the day of judgment, which will reveal the sufferings of the stake and inquisition, will marshal before the throne of God and the hierarchs of heaven the martyrs of washtub and needle. Now, I say, if there be any preference in occupation, let woman have it. God knows her trials are the severest. By her acuter sensitiveness to misfor-

tune, by her hour of anguish, I demand that no one hedge up her pathway to a livelihood. Oh, the meanness, the de-

spicability of men who begrudge a wom-

an the right to work anywhere in any honorable calling! I go still further and say that women should have equal compensation with men. By what principle of justice is it that women in many of our cities get only two-thirds as much pay as men, and in many cases only half? Here is the gigantic injustice--that for work equally well if not better done woman receives far less compensation than man. For a long while women clerks in Washington got $900 for doing that for which men received $1,800.

To thousands of young women in our cities today there is only this alternative--starvation or dishonor. Many of the largest mercantile establishments of our cities are accessory to these abominations, and from their large establishments there are scores of souls being pitched off into death, and their employers know it! The Wail of Womanhood. Is there a God? Will there be a judgment? I tell you, if God rises up to redress woman's wrongs many of our large establishments will be swallowed up quicker than a South American earthquake ever took down a city. God will catch these oppressors between the two millstones of his wrath and grind them to powder! I hear from all this land the wail of womanhood. Man has nothing to answer that wail but flatteries. He says she is an angel. She is not. She knows she is not. She is a human being, who gets hungry when she has no food and cold when she has no home. Give her no more flatteries. Give her justice!

There are about 50,000 sewing girls in New York and Brooklyn. Across the darkness of this night I hear their death groan. It is not such a cry as comes from those who are suddenly hurled out of life, but a slow, grinding, horrible wasting away. Gather them before you and look into their faces, pinched, ghastly, hunger struck! Look at their fingers, needle pricked and blood tipped! See that premature stoop in the shoulders! Hear that dry, hacking, merciless cough! At a large meeting of these women, held in a hall in Philadelphia, grand speeches were delivered, but a needle-woman took the stand, threw aside her faded shawl, and with her shriveled arm hurled a very thunderbolt of eloquence, speaking out the horrors of her own experience.

A Pathetic Picture. Stand at the corner of a street in New York in the very early morning as the women go to their work. Many of them had no breakfast except the crumbs that were left over from the night before or a crust they chew on their way through the streets. Here they come--the working girls of the city! These engaged in beadwork, these in flower making, in millinery, enameling, cigar making, bookbinding, labeling, feather picking, print colorings, paper box making, but, most overworked of all at least compensated, the sewing women. Why do they not take the city cars on their way up? They cannot afford the 5 cents. If, concluding to deny herself something else, she gets into the car, give her seat. You want to see how Latimer and Ridley appeared in the fire. Look at that woman and behold a more horrible martyrdom--a hotter fire, a more agonizing death. One Sabbath night, in the vestibule of my church, after service a woman fell in convulsions. The doctor said she needed medicine not so much as something to eat. As she began to revive, in her delirium she said gaspingly: "Eight cents! Eight cents! Eight cents! I wish I could get it done! I am so tired! I wish I could get some sleep, but I must get it done! Eight cents! Eight cents!" We found afterward that she was making garments at 8 cents apiece, and that she could make but three of them in a day. Hear it! Three times 8 are 24! Hear it, men and women who have comfortable homes.

Some of the worst villains of the city are the employers of these women.

They beat them down to the last penny and try to cheat them out of that. The woman must deposit $1 or $2 before she gets the garments to work on. When the work is done, it is sharply inspected, the most insignificant flaws picked out and the wages refused, and sometimes the $1 deposited not given back. The Women's Protective union reports a case where one of these poor souls, finding a place where she could get more wages, resolved to change employers and went to get her pay for work done. The employer says, "I hear you are going to leave me?" "Yes," she said, "and I have come to get what you owe me." He made no answer. She said, "Are you not going to pay me?" "Yes," he said, "I will pay you," and he kicked her down stairs.

Women Against Women.

How are these evils to be eradicated? What have you to answer, you who sell coats and have shoes made and contract for the southern and western markets? What help is there, what panacea, what redemption? Some say, "Give women the ballot." What effect such ballot might have on other questions I am not here to discuss, but what would be the effect of female suffrage upon woman's wages? I do not believe that woman will ever get justice by woman's ballot.

Indeed women oppress women as much as men do. Do not women as much as men beat down to the lowest figure the woman who sews for them? Are not women as sharp as men on washerwomen and milliners and mantua makers? If a woman asks $1 for her work, does not her female employer ask if she will take 90 cents? You say, "Only 10 cents difference." But that is sometimes the difference between heaven and hell. Women often have less commiseration for women than men. If a woman steps aside from the path of virtue, man may forgive--woman never! Woman will never get justice done her from woman's ballot.

Never will she get it from man's bal-

lot. How, then? God will rise up for her. God has more resources than we know of. The flaming sword that hung at Eden's gate when woman was driven out will cleave with its terrible edge her oppressors.

A Source of Strength. But there is something for our wom-

en to do. Let our young people prepare to excel in spheres of work, and they will be able after awhile to get larger wages. If it be shown that a woman can in a store sell more goods in a year than a man, she will soon be able not only to ask but to demand more wages, and to demand them successfully. Un-

skilled and incompetent labor must take what is given. Skilled and competent labor will eventually make its own standard. Admitting that the law of supply and demand regulates these things, I contend that the demand for skilled labor is very great and the sup-

ply very small.

Start with the idea that work is hon-

orable and that you can do some one thing better than any one else. Resolve that, God helping, you will take care of yourself. If you are after awhile called into another relation, you will all the better be qualified for it by your spirit of self reliance, or if you are call-

ed to stay as you are you can be happy and self supporting. Poets are fond of talking about man as an oak and woman the vine that climbs it, but I have seen many a tree fall that not only went down itself, but took all the vines with it. I can tell you of something stronger than an oak for an ivy to climb on, and that is the throne of the great Jehovah. Single or affianced, that woman is strong who leans on God and does her best. The needle may break, the factory band may slip, the wages may fall, but over every good woman's head there are spread the two great, gentle, stupendous wings of the Almighty.

Many of you will go single handed through life, and you will have to choose between two characters. Young woman, I am sure you will turn your back upon the useless, giggling, paint-

ed nonentity which society ignoramious-

ly acknowledges to be a woman and ask God to make you a humble, active, earnest Christian.

A Useless Life.

What will become of this godless dis-

ciple of fashion? What an insult to her sex! Her manners are an outrage upon decency. She is more thoughtful of the attitude she strikes upon the carpet than how she will look in the judgment, more worried about her freckles than her sins, more interested in her bonnet strings than in her redemption. Her ap-

parel is the poorest part of a Christian woman, however magnificently dressed, and no one has so much right to dress well as a Christian. Not so with the endless disciple of fashion. Take her robes, and you take everything. Death will come down on her some day, and rub the bistre off her eyelids, and the rouge off her cheeks, and with two rough, bony hands scatter spangles and glass beads and rings and ribbons and lace and brooches and buckles and sashes and frisettes and golden clasps.

The dying actress whose life had been vicious said: "The scene closes. Draw the curtain." Generally the tragedy

comes first and the farce afterward, but in her life it was first the farce of a useless life and then the tragedy of a wretched eternity.

A Mother In Israel.

Compare the life and death of such a one with that of some Christian aunt that was once a blessing to your household. I do not know that she was ever offered a hand in marriage. She lived single, that untrammeled she might be everybody's blessing. Whenever the sick were to be visited or the poor to be provided with bread, she went with a blessing. She could pray or sing "Rock of Ages" for any sick pauper who asked her. As she got older there were days when she was a little sharp, but for the most part auntie was a sunbeam--just the one for Christmas eve. She knew better than any one else how to fix things. Her every prayer, as God heard it, was full of everybody who had trouble. The brightest things in all the house dropped from her fingers. She had peculiar notions, but the grandest

notion she ever had was to make you happy. She dressed well--auntie al-

ways dressed well--but her highest adornment was that of a meek and quiet spirit, which in the sight of God is of great price. When she died, you all gathered lovingly about her, and as you carried her out to rest the Sunday school class almost covered the coffin with japonicas, and the poor people stood at the end of the alley, with their aprons to their eyes, sobbing bitterly and the man of the world said, with Solomon, "Her price was above rubies," and Jesus, unto the maiden in Judea, commanded, "I say unto thee, arise!"

Metallic Salts and Oxides.

Experiments made to ascertain the action of metallic salts and oxides, as described before the Manchester Philosophical society, exhibit some phenomenal facts. Saturated solutions were made in water and painted on small pieces of the rubber, or, in the case of insoluble substances, pastes were made with water and painted on, the whole being allowed to dry, the heating being done at a temperature of 60 degrees C. for 10 days. The following compounds of copper entirely destroyed the rubber: Sulphate, caloride, ultrate, ferrocyanide, oxide, sulphide; also arsenic, iodide, silver ultrate, strontium chloride, vanadium chloride, manganese oxide and bismuth chloride.

The following had an injurious effect--viz, ferrous nitrate, sodium nitrate, uranium nitrate, ammonium vanadate.

Those that had very little action were lead chromate, ferrous sulphate, zinc acetate, zinc chloride, tin perchloride, while the behavior of about 60 salts hav-

ing no action whatever was also examined. Exceedingly small quantities of copper salts are injurious to rubber, and it was found that wherever the cloth used in making waterproof fabric contained traces of copper the rubber be-

came generally hardened and destroyed.

As to the use of the various blacks, it ap-

pears that manganese oxides should not be present, but logwood chrome blacks may be used with impunity.--New York Sun.

Peanuts.

They say peanuts are extraordinarily nutritious, and that, though almost wholly indigestible raw or roasted,

when reduced to meal and boiled or otherwise thoroughly cooked they are readily assimilated. Owing to their low proportion of sugar and starch, they may serve to enlarge in most welcome degree the bill of fare of persons under treatment for obesity. In other words, they are an ideal antifat diet. From two points of view their value as food is of interest to Americans. In the first place, would it be desirable or practicable to introduce the moral and grits here? Secondly, is this new discovery likely to stimulate the demand for United States peanuts? The later ques-

tion is likely to be answered in the negative, inasmuch as this kind of crop can be grown and gathered in Africa more cheaply than in this country. Of course, as a matter of fact, the peanut is not a nut at all. It is a sort of pea--an annual that has to be planted every year and dies in the fall. The blossom of the plant puts forth a little appendage, which makes its way into the moist earth and swells out below ground into a pod that has from one to four peas in it. When they are ripe, they are pulled up, stacked in the field to dry and finally cleaned and sorted for market.--Washington Star.

Mutual Disgust.

Mr. Charles Dudley Warner is credited with telling a wartime story at his own expense. He was an editor of a daily paper in Hartford and was doing his best to arouse the patriotism of his readers.

One day a typesetter came in from the composing room and planted himself before the editor:

"Well, Mr. Warner," he said, "I have determined to enlist." With mingled [?] of pride and responsibility the editor replied that he was glad to see that the man felt the call of duty.

"Oh, it isn't that," answered the compositor, "but I'd rather be shot than try to set any more of your copy."--Cincinnati Enquirer.

ODDS AND ENDS.

Russian farmers hold an average of 27 acres to each family.

On an average there are 10,000 advertisements a week in the 11 London morning papers. Sierra means a saw, and its application to a range of pointed mountain peaks is very apt and poetical.

Aristotle defined law to be reason without passion, and despotism or arbi-

trary power to be passion without reason. Some insurance companies will allow the use of none but the old fashioned sulphur matches in the houses they insure. Pasteboard in shoe soles, chicory in coffee, aloes in tea, sticks of wood in baled hay, make trade lively and keep the language vigorous. The greatest fortress is Gibraltar. It is considered impregnable to military

attack. It was besieged by the Span-

iards for three years without success.

In every land between Spitzbergen and Patagonia there is some species of the common bloodsucking mosquito. In British America and Alaska they are very large and troublesome.

The full bench of the Boston supreme court has decided that a man is justified in preventing a dog fight, and that if in doing such a thing he gets bitten the owner of the dog must pay damages.

The English sovereign's sons and grandsons, when created peers, are entitled to seats in the house of lords at the left of the throne, but when, by the death of their father, they become only collaterally related to the sovereign they sit among the dukes. "People need not suffer from corns or other pedal troubles if they will change their shoes three times a day," asserts a man who has tried the experiment. "Where one pair pinches another sets easily, and frequent changes of footgear keep the circulation in order and the toes undisfigured."

The fashion of decorating the dining table is not a modern one, but is the re-

vival of an ancient custom. Old French tables of any pretension to elegance were adorned with permanent center-pieces called surtouts, made of glass and silver mounted. From these branched silver and gilt chandeliers.

Funerals in the Middle Ages. In the middle ages it was customary at the funeral of any great person to have his horse led and armor borne before his corpse, the horse being afterward claimed as a mortuary due to the church at which the burial took place. The armor was either reserved for the next of kin of the deceased or else was hung up in the church. No doubt much of the armor suspended over tombs is mere "undertakers' trappings," although often considered genuine and of antiquity.

Over the tombs of bishops the episcopal miter and pastoral staff were sometimes suspended, as in the case of those in Winchester cathedral hanging over the tomb of Bishop Morley, who died in 1696, and of those in Bromsgrove church, Worcestershire, suspended over the monument of Dr. Hall, bishop of Bristol, who died in 1719.--Westminster Gazette.

As Others See Them. There are two or three clever actresses now in the city who have discovered a new wrinkle. Whenever they don a costume for the first time they hie away to the Crystal Maze on the corner of Thir-

ty-eighth street and Broadway. There they walk through the labyrinth of mirrors and study the effect of their raiment from every point of view. In one place they can see themselves walking apparently 20 or 30 feet ahead and observe themselves exactly as they appear to the audience in front of the footlights. Harry Miner, Charles Frohman, Rice and other managers are parties to the scheme, and it is through their intervention that Man-

ager Seeman will turn on the lights in the morning or after hours and give the women the opportunity they desire.--New York Sun.

Through the Meteor Zone. One distinguishing feature of Novem-

ber is the plunge the earth takes through the meteor zone. This zone is an immense ellipse, containing an innumera-

ble number of meteors, which make a revolution in about 33 years. The earth on ordinary years does not encounter the great shoal or swarm, but every 33 years she passes through the midst of it, and there is a superb display of celestial pyr-

otechnics. The meteors are spreading far and wide through the zone or ring, and this seems to indicate that in the distant future they will fill every portion of it. When this takes place, the showers will be more nearly equalized--that is, there will be larger showers every year, while the grand display will diminish.--Chicago Herald.

British Admirals Who Have Drowned. Sir George Tryon is the fourth British admiral who has lost his life by shipwreck or disaster unconnected with warfare since the beginning of the last century. In October, 1707, Sir Cloudesley Shovel shared the fate of the crew of the Association, and on Aug. 29, 1782, Admiral Kempenfelt was drowned by the

"heeling over" of the Royal George. The great loss of life by the sinking of the Victoria is ascribed to her suddenly heeling over, as in the case of the Royal George, but the present catastrophe is, by comparison, not nearly as appalling as the shipwreck of the St. George, the Defense and the Hero on the coast of Jutland in 1811, when Admiral Reynolds and 2,000 sailors perished.--London World.

The Forty Immortals of London.

Hoity toity! Here comes the great Lady Charles Beresford with the astounding statement that the real London society consists of only 30 or 40 families. She includes in this list those who are there by right and whom nothing

can remove as long as their fortunes survive. It would almost seem that the 30 or 40 families who have this great distinction in London would feel lonesome there among the hundreds of men and women who are not entitled to class themselves in fashionable society.--New York Advertiser.

Sins of the Fathers.

Fair Girl--I am sure papa would not object to you, but I am afraid mamma will. She says your family have depraved tastes. Rich Grocer's Son--Good gracious! Where did she get that idea? Fair Girl--I think she judges by the butter that your father used to recommend as good.--Good News.

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