work. In the same factory on September 11, three days 
later, — and one of these a Sunday, — a third inspector 
found 119 children at work, and, of course, another lot 
of affidavits, requiring the employer to make new wall 
records and a new office register. This candy manufac- 
turer now aims to employ only girls over sixteen years. 
He will find plenty of them anxious to obtain work ; 
but he cannot get them at four and one-half cents an 
hour, which is the average wage of the little children 
employed in this trade. 
It is a matter of the rarest occurrence to find a set of 
children who have been working together two months 
in any factory. They are here to-day and gone to- 
morrow ; and, while their very instability saves them 
from the specific poison of each trade, it promises an 
army of incapables, to be supported as tramps and pau- 
pers. The child who handles arsenical paper in a box- 
factory long enough, becomes a hopeless invalid. The 
boy who gilds cheap frames with mercurial gilding, 
loses the use of his arm, and acquires incurable throat 
troubles. The tobacco girls suffer nicotine poisoning ; 
the foot-power sewing-machine girl is a lifelong victim 
of pelvic disorders: But the boy or girl who drifts 
through all these occupations, learning no one trade, 
earning no steady wage, 
 no lasting associations, 
must end as a shiftless bungler, Jack-of-all-trades, master 
of none, ruined in mind and character, as the more abid- 
ing worker is enfeebled or crippled in body. 
There are factories in which dissolute adults are em- 
ployed among children, and sow their moral pestilence 
unchecked ; where petty bosses tempt young girls to 
evil courses, and the example of trifling favors shown