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<h2>To Miss Gladys Weston</h2>
<p class="c3">After Three Years as a Teacher<br/>
</p>
<p>The way you took my frank criticisms and doubts of your ability
to make a good school-teacher, proves you to be a girl of much
character. Your success proves, too, that given the general
qualifications of a fairly capable and educated human being, add
concentration and will, and we can achieve wonders in any line of
work we undertake. I am still of the opinion that no woman of my
acquaintance was more wholly unfit to teach young children, as they
should be taught, than your fair self as I last knew you.
</p>
<p>I take pride in believing that my heroic methods were what
brought out the undeveloped qualities you needed to ensure such
success.
</p>
<p>There are certain natures that need to be antagonized before
they do their best. Others are prostrated and robbed of all
strength by a criticism or a doubt.
</p>
<p>You have realized this, I am sure, in your experiences with
pupils. "<i>You cannot do it</i>" is a more stimulating war-cry to
some people than "<i>You can</i>." And to such the sneer of the foe
does more good, than the smile of the friend. A phrenologist would
tell us that strongly developed organs of self-esteem and love of
approbation accompanied this trait of character.
</p>
<p>I am sure it proves to be the case with you.
</p>
<p>Brought up as you were, the only child of indulgent parents, and
given admiration and praise by all your associates, you could
hardly reach the age of twenty-two without having developed
self-esteem and love of praise. You were naturally brighter than
most of your companions. (They were also children of fortune, as
the term goes, but to my idea the children reared in wealth, are
usually children of misfortune. For the real fortune of life is to
encounter the discipline which brings out our strongest qualities.)
</p>
<p>Your father was a poor boy, who fought his way up to wealth and
power before you were born; but he unfortunately wanted the earth
beside, and so died in poverty after staking all he had, which was
enough, to make more, which he did not need.
</p>
<p>You inherit much of his force of character, and that is what
gave you the reputation of extreme cleverness among your more
commonplace companions. Compared with the really brilliant and
talented people of earth, you are not clever. That is why I found
you so companionable and charming, no doubt; for the brilliant
people—especially women—are rarely companionable for more than a
few hours at a time. I gave you that supreme test of friendship—the
companionship of travel for a period of months. And I loved you
better at the end of the time than at the beginning.
</p>
<p>I have often thought how much less occupation there would be for
the divorce courts and how many more "indefinitely postponed"
announcements of engagements would result from an established
custom of a pre-betrothal trip!
</p>
<p>If a young man and woman who were enamoured could travel for two
or three months, with a chaperon (in the shape of a mother-in-law
or two), the lawyers would lose much profit; but I fear race
suicide might ensue. Nothing, unless it is the sick-room or the
card-table, brings out the real characteristics of human beings
like travel.
</p>
<p>The irritating delays of boats and trains, and the still more
irritating unresponsiveness of officials, when asked the cause,
will test the temper and the patience of even a pair of lovers. It
is not surprising if the traveller does lose both at times, but it
is admirable if he does not. I remember how adorable you were,
while I was a bundle of dynamite, ready to explode and send the
stolid, uncommunicative conductor and brakemen into a journey
through space, when we suffered that long delay coming from
California. It is due the travelling public to explain such delays,
but the railroads of America have grown to feel that they owe no
explanation to any one, even to God, for what they do or do not.
While I lost vitality and composure by such idle reflections, you
were amusing the nervous travellers by your bright bits of
narrative and ready repartee. That fortunate fellow you have
promised to marry at the end of two years has no idea what a
charming companion he will find in you for travel.
</p>
<p>It is interesting to have you say you feel that you need two
more years as a teacher, before you are fully developed enough to
take up the responsibilities of marriage. You will be twenty-seven
then:—that is the age at which the average American girl begins to
be most interesting, and the age when she is first physically
mature.
</p>
<p>And your children will be more fully endowed mentally than if
you had become a mother in your teens.
</p>
<p>As a rule the brainy people of the world are not born of very
youthful parents; you will find youth gives physique, maturity
gives brains to offspring.
</p>
<p>I did not quite finish my train of reasoning about your
self-esteem.
</p>
<p>It was because you had always believed yourself to be capable of
doing anything you undertook to do, that you were roused by my
assertion that you could not make a good school-teacher, to attempt
it. I hurt your pride a bit, and you were determined to prove me
wrong. Had you been self-depreciating and oversensitive, what I
said would have turned you from that field of effort. And that
would have been a desirable result, since one who can be turned
from any undertaking <i>ought to be</i>.
</p>
<p>I still think the world has lost a wonderful artist by your not
entering the lists of designers and dressmakers. But since my
recital of the faults which would prevent your success as a teacher
led you to overcome them, I am proud and glad, that you have gone
on in the work you contemplated. Good teachers are more needed than
good dressmakers.
</p>
<p>And you are sweet and charming as usual, to tell me that your
popularity with children and parents, is greatly due to that letter
of mine.
</p>
<p>What you write me of the young girl who is making you so much
trouble by her jealousy of all other pupils, interests and saddens
me. Her devotion to you is of that morbid type, so unwholesome and
so dangerous to her peace, and the peace of all her associates. It
is a misfortune that mothers do not take such traits in early
babyhood, and eradicate them by patient, practical methods.
Instead, this mother, like many others, seems to think her little
girl should be favoured and flattered because of her morbid
tendency.
</p>
<p>She mistakes selfishness, envy, greediness, and hysteria for a
loving nature.
</p>
<p>I can imagine your feelings when this mother told you with a
proud smile, "Allie always wants the whole attention of any one she
loves, and cannot stand sharing her friends. She was always that
way at home. We never could pet her little brother without her
going into a spasm. And you must be careful about showing the other
children attention before her. It just breaks her heart—she is so
sensitive."
</p>
<p>Oh, mothers, mothers, what are you thinking about, to be so
blind to the work put in your hands to do?
</p>
<p>You have little time comparatively to work upon this perverted
young mind: but under no conditions favour her, and, no matter what
scenes she makes, continue to give praise and affection to the
other children when it is their due. The prominence of her parents
in the neighbourhood, and the power her father wields in the school
board, need not worry you. Go ahead and do what is best for the
child and for the school at large. Never deviate one inch from your
convictions. Take Allie some day to a garden where there are many
flowers, and talk to her about them. Speak of all their different
charms, and gather a bouquet. Then say to her, "Now, Allie, you and
I love each of these pretty flowers, and see how sweetly they
nestle together in your hand. Not one is jealous of the other. Each
has its place, and would be missed were it not there. The bouquet
needs them all. Just so I need all the dear children in my school,
and just so I would miss any one. It makes me ashamed to think any
little girl is more selfish and unreasonable than a plant, for
little girls are a higher order of creation, and we expect more of
them than we expect of plants or of animals. All are parts of God,
but the human kingdom is the highest expression of the Creator.
</p>
<p>"When you show such jealousy of other children I lose respect
for you, and cannot love you as much as I love them. When you are
gentle and good, and take your share of my love and attention, and
let others have their share, then I am proud of you and fond of
you. Suppose one plant said to the sunlight that it must have all
the sun, would not that be ridiculous and selfish?"
</p>
<p>I would make frequent references to this idea when alone with
her, and indeed it would serve as an excellent subject for a talk
to all your pupils some day. Then try and make Allie understand how
unbecoming and unlovable jealousy is, and how it renders a man or
woman an object of pity and ridicule to others.
</p>
<p>Praise the people you know who are liberal and broad, and
absolutely ignore her moods when in school.
</p>
<p>Perhaps in time you can do a little toward awakening her mind to
a more wholesome outlook.
</p>
<p>What you tell me of her hysterical devotion to one of her
classmates, makes me realize that the girl needs careful guidance.
</p>
<p>You should talk to her mother, and warn her against encouraging
such conditions of mind in her child.
</p>
<p>Urge her to keep the girl occupied, and to give her much
out-door life, and to teach her that pronounced demonstrations of
affection are not good form between young girls. The mother should
be careful what books she reads, and should see that she makes no
long visits to other homes and receives no guests for a continued
time. The child needs to cultivate universal love, not individual
devotion.
</p>
<p>Ideals, principles, ambitions, should be given the girl, not
close companions, for her nature is like a rank, weedy flower that
needs refining and cultivating into a perfected blossom.
</p>
<p>All this needs a mother's constant care and tact and
watchfulness. It is work she should have begun when her little girl
first indicated her unfortunate tendencies.
</p>
<p>It is late for you to undertake a reconstruction of the
misshapen character, but you may be able to begin an improvement,
and if you can obtain the mother's cooperation the full formation
may be accomplished.
</p>
<p>And do not fail to use mental suggestion constantly, and to help
the child by your assertions to be what you want her to become.
Dwell in conversation with her and in her presence, upon the
lovableness and charm of generosity of spirit in general, rather
than on the selfishness you observe in herself.
</p>
<p>At her least indication of an improvement, give her warm praise.
Be careful about bestowing caresses upon her, as she needs to be
guarded against hysteria, I should judge from your description. To
some children they are the sunlight, to others miasma.
</p>
<p>Think of yourself as God's agent, given charge of his unfinished
work, and recognize the unseen influences ready to aid you with
suggestion and courage when you appeal to them.
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