I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress him. He cannot give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, " Take it yourself! To-night this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regular firebrand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a thick-soled Number Nine boot. Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our pitying, let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose workinghours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, slipshod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude which, but for their enterprise, would be both hungry and homeless. Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds the man who, against great odds, has directed the efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there's nothing in it; nothing but bare board and clothes. I have carried a dinner-pail and worked for day's wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; and all employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor men are virtuous. My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the "boss" is away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given a letter for Garcia, quietly takes the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but delivering it; who never gets "laid off," nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization is one long anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such a man asks shall be granted. His kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village — in every office, shop, store and factory. The world cries out for such; he is needed, and needed badly the man who can carry A Message to Garcia. STRADIVARIUS GEORGE ELIOT YOUR soul was lifted by the wings to-day Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great Sebastian too Who a good century and half ago Put his true work in that brown instrument Of high invention and responsive skill: No simpler man than he: he never cried, Is gnomic, cutting, or ironical, In one plain sentence; has her pauses too - Where knowledge ceases. Thus Antonio Made answers as Fact willed, and made them strong. Naldo, a painter of eclectic school, Taking his dicers, candlelight and grins Naldo would tease him oft to tell his aims. 66 Perhaps thou hast some pleasant vice to feed The love of louis d'ors in heaps of four, Each violin a heap - I've nought to blame; My vices waste such heaps. But then, why work (Else why do I put Bonifazio's name To work that 'pinxit Naldo' would not sell?) Where they should pay their gold, and where they pay There they find merit- take your tow for flax, And hold the flax unlabelled with your name, "I like the gold Antonio then: well, yes but not for meals. And as my stomach, so my eye and hand, That winces at false work and loves the true, Sets him to sing his morning roundelay, Then Naldo: ""Tis a petty kind of fame But he: " "Twere purgatory here to make them ill; And for my fame when any master holds "Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine, He will be glad that Stradivari lived, Made violins, and made them of the best. The masters only know whose work is good: They will choose mine, and while God gives them skill |