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guardians, to ascertain from the poor people what their sufferings can be. They won't complain until they are safe out of it and not coming back again."1

We have mentioned one London infirmary where pauper-nursing still survives; the same may be said of many others where the staff of paid nurses is insufficient for the number of patients. But if we include the country infirmaries the case becomes still worse. Almost all provincial infirmaries are nursed by paupers under the control-or not under the control -of one paid nurse, who is herself under the authority of the ignorant matron of the workhouse. The num

ber of nurses is wholly inadequate. Mr. Dolan states that at the Halifax Union Infirmary there is but one nurse to a hundred patients; and this is not an exceptional instance. In one populous town the infirmary consists of twenty wards, holding about 150 sick people. One matron manages the infirmary and the workhouse together. Under her are two paid nurses, assisted by pauper women, who are described as of more or less bad character, and commonly unable to read or write; and there is no paid supervision at night. To this institution all the incurables from the town and county hospital are sent to wear away their painful days in neglect and misery, dependent for every necessary help upon pauper nurses whose attention is directly proportionate to the amount of bribe they can get. One need not go far from London to find an instance of mismanagement in the sick wards of workhouses. In a rich suburb the patients are kept in the workhouse itself there is no separate infirmary-and there is not a single trained nurse in the establishment. Pauper women are selected for nursing by the matron, and all the pay they receive is some beer, and occasionally half-a-crown a week. The master 1 First Report, Association for Trained Nurses, p. 10.

observes that he can manage this sort of women much better than trained nurses, as they are wholly dependent upon his will, and his power over them is despotic. Each of these ig norant women has charge of a ward of from ten to fourteen patients, some suffering from acute complaints.

It is imperatively necessary that the public should take this matter into their own hands. If influential people would visit the infirmaries of their own unions and insist on the employment of trained nurses and the expulsion of pauper nurses, the evil would speedily disappear. If it be objected that trained nurses would add to the cost of the infirmaries it is not hard to expose the false economy of the objection. It is surely cheaper in the end to cure a patient and relieve the poor-rate of the charge for his maintenance and medicine, than to let him linger on at the public expense for want of duly qualified nursing. The expense of good nursing is a foolish argument. The difficulty of getting trained nurses is a much more serious obstacle. Mr. Holmes of St. George's complains of the difficulty of obtaining trained nurses for hospitals; the case is much stronger with respect to workhouse infirmaries, where the work is often very discouraging, the management inefficient and indifferent, and the staff inadequate. Good nurses have not hitherto been attracted to this class of work, though we are glad to learn that at length they are coming forward. But apart from the prejudice against nursing in workhouse infirmaries, there is the fact to be considered that the provision for training nurses is not equal to the demand for them. It is true that the last fifteen years have witnessed great improvements both in nursing and in training nurses. The Nightingale Fund School of St. Thomas's Hospital had the honour of beginning the reform, and the excellent Infirmary of Liverpool, now pro viding for 1,200 patients, was reformed in 1865 by Agnes Jones, a Nightingale

nurse, aided by twelve others from the same school. The new Highgate Central Sick Asylum was also placed under the control of a staff consisting entirely of Nightingale nurses in 1870, and an almost ideal degree of excellence was attained. The Liverpool Infirmary, and the great Infirmary at Crumpsall near Manchester, with its 1,400 beds, are not only admirably managed, but have undertaken to enlarge their useful work by training probationers. These institutions will furnish much of what is needed, but they cannot meet the large demand which a really satisfactory reform of workhouse nursing would make upon them. The low salary of the infirmary nurses (207. a year) is suitable for a class of women socially inferior to the ladies who would volunteer if the remuneration were higher. The women required have not as a rule the means of paying for their training-which costs from 107. a year at Crumpsall to about 307. in London hospitals-and some help from outside is necessary if the requisite number and quality of nurses are to be secured. Besides this, some organisation is needful both to scrutinise the management of the infirmaries and to bring the guardians and the trained nurses en rapport. The guardians ought to know where trained nurses are to be obtained, and then they would not be compelled to fall back upon the common material supplied by the workhouse itself.

With these two objects an association for promoting trained nursing in workhouse infirmaries has been recently organised under the presidency of her Royal Highness the Duchess of Teck, ever zealous for good works. This association places probationers, so far as its funds permit, at the infirmaries where nurses are trained, scatters nurses among the wards of the metropolitan infirmaries, and puts itself in communication with the Boards of Guardians, twenty of No. 261.-VOL. XLIV.

which have already applied for nurses. But the Association has another object which includes the rest. It is certain that although every effort should be made to put trained nurses in the place of untrained women, the work of the trained nurse can never be satisfactory until the matron is taken from a higher class. Whilst we provide for a properly trained and educated medical superintendent, we content ourselves with any old housekeeper as matron of the infirmary. An untrained nurse from the old sick wards of the workhouse sometimes finds favour in the guardians' eyes, and is chosen matron of the new infirmary, with the charge of several hundred sick people. Good nurses will not stay under a woman of this kind, who baulks their every endeavour for improvement. Bad nurses will become worse under such a matron. It is essential that the matron of a workhouse infirmary shall not only be a trained nurse, but also a lady of high moral influence, capable of raising the tone of the whole institution placed in her charge

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such a lady as the late Miss Hill of Highgate, who made the Central Sick Asylum the despair of other institutions. The fine influence of a lady at the head of an infirmary has also been exemplified at Kensington, where a thorough change for the better has followed a good appointment. There can be no doubt that the first thing to be aimed at is to fill every matron's post, as it becomes vacant, with a highly educated, medically trained lady, who shall not act merely as the housekeeper of the institution (there is a matron's assistant who can fill that office), but shall be the controlling and purifying influence in the sick wards, the protector not the persecutor of the sick, the director not the accomplice of the nurses, and the cordial co-operator, not the opponent, of the medical officer. When a duly qualified lady is appointed to the head of each infirmary, the rest follows as a matter of course. A fit matron will

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only have fit nurses under her, and the pauper system will have received its death-blow. We do not doubt that there will be candidates for this important post. Few nobler fields of work are open to women than the care of the sick and distressed, and no one person can exercise a wider influence for good or ill among the poor than the matron of a workhouse infirmary. We are glad that the Local Government Board and many of the Boards of Guardians are disposed to cooperate with the new Association. No election of matron should henceforward take place without its advice; and guardians will do well to consider

its offer of trained nurses before the public takes it into its own hands to demand a thorough investigation into the conditions of nursing, not merely of the ten thousand sick who lie in the infirmary wards of London, but of the sick poor of all the kingdom. Let it be remembered that the present evils of workhouse nursing are not by law established-that a little inspection and representation would remove many of these evils and that the influence of a true lady at the head of each infirmary would probably meet every requirement.

STANLEY LANE-POOLE.

THE FIRST ENGLISH POET.

DWELT a certain poor man in his day,
Near at hand to Hilda's holy house,
Learning's lighthouse, blessed beacon, built
High o'er sea and river, on the head,
Streaneshalch in Anglo-Saxon speech,
Whitby, after, by the Norsemen named.
Cadmon was he call'd; he came and went,
Doing humble duties for the monks,
Helping with the horses at behest;
Modest, meek, unmemorable man,
Moving slowly into middle age,
Toiling on, twelve hundred years ago.

Still and silent, Cadmon sometimes sat
With the serfs at lower end of hall;
There he marvell'd much to hear the monks
Singing sweetly hymns unto their harp,
Handing it from each to each in turn,

Till his heart-strings trembled. Otherwhile,
When the serfs were merry with themselves,
Sung their folk-songs upon festal nights,
Handing round the harp to each in turn,
Cadmon, though he loved not lighter songs,
Long'd to sing,-but he could never sing.

Sad and silent would he creep away,
Wander forth alone, he wist not why,
Watch the sky and water, stars or clouds
Climbing from the sea; and in his soul
Shadows mounted up and mystic lights,
Echoes vague and vast return'd the voice
Of the rushing river, roaring waves,
Twilight's windy whisper from the fells,
Howl of brindled wolf, and cry of bird;
Every sight and sound of solitude
Ever mingling in a master thought,
Glorious, terrible, of the Mighty One

Who made all things. As the Book declared

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In the Beginning He made Heaven and Earth.

Thus lived Cædmon, quiet year by year;

Listen'd, learn'd a little, as he could;

Worked, and mused, and prayed, and held his peace.

Toward the end of harvest time, the hinds
Held a feast, and sung their festal songs,
Handing round the harp from each to each.
But before it came where Cadmon sat,
Sadly, silently, he stole away,

Wander'd to the stable-yard and wept,
Weeping laid him low among the straw,
Fell asleep at last. And in his sleep
Came a Stranger, calling him by name:
"Cadmon, sing to me!" "I cannot sing.
Wherefore-wo is me!-I left the house."

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"Sing, I bid thee! "What then shall I sing?" "Sing the Making of the World."

Whereon

Cadmon sung: and when he woke from sleep

Still the verses stay'd with him, and more
Sprang like fountain-water from a rock
Fed from never-failing secret springs.

Praising Heaven most high, but nothing proud,
Cadmon sought the Steward and told his tale,
Who to Holy Hilda led him in,

Pious Princess Hilda, pure of heart,
Ruling Mother, royal Edwin's niece.
Cadmon at her bidding boldly sang
Of the Making of the World, in words
Wondrous; whereupon they wotted well
'Twas an Angel taught him, and his gift
Came direct from God: and glad were they.

Thenceforth Holy Hilda greeted him
Brother of the brotherhood.
He grew

Famedest monk of all the monastery;
Singing many high and holy songs

Folk were fain to hear, and loved him for :
Till his death-day came, that comes to all.

Cadmon bode that evening in his bed,
He at peace with men and men with him;
Wrapt in comfort of the Eucharist;
Weak and silent.. "Soon our Brethren sing
Evensong?" he whisper'd. "Brother, yea."
"Let us wait for that," he said; and soon
Sweetly sounded up the solemn chant.
Cadmon smiled and listen'd; when it lull'd,
Sidelong turn'd to sleep his old white head,
Shut his eyes, and gave his soul to God,
Maker of the World.

Twelve hundred years

Since are past and gone, nor he forgot,
Earliest Poet of the English Race.

Rude and simple were his days and thoughts.
Wisely speaketh no man, howso learn'd,

Of the making of this wondrous World,

Save a Poet, with a reverent soul.

WILLIAM ALLINGHAM.

NOTE. This alliterative metre is not at all an imitation, but in some degree a reminiscence of the old English poetry.

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