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Contents
Preface xix
Foreword xxix
Acknowledgements xxxi
Part I Basics 1
Chapter 1: Web services basics 3
1.1 Introduction 4
1.1.1 What are Web services? 5
1.1.2 Typical Web services scenarios 6
1.2 The concept of software as a service 8
1.3 A more complete definition of Web services 10
1.4 Characteristics of Web services 12
1.4.1 Types of Web services 12
1.4.1.1 Simple or informational services 13
1.4.1.2 Complex services or business processes 14
1.4.2 Functional and non-functional properties 15
1.4.3 State properties 15
1.4.4 Loose coupling 16
1.4.5 Service granularity 17
1.4.6 Synchronicity 17
1.4.7 Well-definedness 19
1.4.8 Service usage context 19
1.5 Service interface and implementation 19
1.6 The service-oriented architecture 22
1.6.1 Roles of interaction in the SOA 23
1.6.1.1 Web services provider 23
1.6.1.2 Web services requestor 23
1.6.1.3 Web services registry 24
1.6.2 Operations in the SOA 24
1.6.2.1 The publish operation 25
1.6.2.2 The find operation 25
1.6.2.3 The bind operation 26
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2.10 Summary 86
Review questions 86
Exercises 87
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Samuel A. Barnett.
RECREATION IN TOWN AND COUNTRY.[1]
Recreation and Character.
By Mrs. S. A. Barnett.
October, 1906.
1 A paper written for the Church Congress, and read at its meeting at
Barrow-in-Furness by the Right Reverend the Lord Bishop of Truro, the late C. W.
Stubbs.
Popular Pleasures.
What can the clergymen and the clergy women do? It is not easy
to reply, but there are some things they need not do. They need not
promote monster treats, they need not mistake excitement for
pleasure, and call their day’s outing a “huge success,” because it was
accompanied by much noise and the running hither and thither of
excited children; they need not use their Institutes and Schoolrooms
to compete with the professional entertainer, and feel a glow of
satisfaction because a low programme and a low price resulted in a
full room; they need not accept the people’s standard for songs and
recitations, and think they have “had a capital evening,” when the
third-rate song is clapped, or the comic reading or dramatic scene
appreciated by vulgar minds. Oh! the waste of curates’ time and
brain in such “parish work”. How often it has left me mourning.
What the clergymen and women can do is to show the people
that they have other powers within them for enjoyment, that effort
promotes pleasure, and that the use of limbs, with (not instead of)
brains, and of imagination, can be made sources of joy for
themselves and refreshment for others. Too often, toys, playthings,
or appliances of one sort or another are considered necessary for
pleasure both of the young and the mature. Might we not
concentrate efforts to provide recreation on those methods which
show how people can enjoy themselves, their own powers and
capacities? Such powers need cultivation as much as the powers of
bread-winning, and they include observation and criticism. “What did
you think of it?” should be asked more frequently than “How did you
like it?” The curiosity of children (so often wearying to their elders)
is a natural quality which might be directed to observation of the
wonders of Nature, and to the conclusion of a story other than its
author conceived.
“From change to change unceasingly, the soul’s wings never
furled,” wrote Browning; and change brings food and growth to the
soul; but the limits of interest must be extended to allow of the flight
of the soul, and interests are often, in all classes, woefully restricted.
It is no change for a blind man to be taken to a new view. Christ had
to open the eyes of the blind before they could see God’s fair world,
and in a lesser degree we may open the eyes of the born blind to
see the hidden glories lying unimagined in man and Nature. In
friendship also there are sources of recreation which the clergy could
do much to foster and strengthen, and the introduction and
opportunities which allow of the cultivation of friendship between
persons of all classes with a common interest, is peculiarly one
which parsons have opportunities to develop.
And last but not least, there are the joys which come from the
cultivation of a garden—joys which continue all the year round, and
which can be shared by every member of the family of every age.
These might be more widely spread in town as well as country.
Municipalities, Boards of Guardians, School Managers, and private
owners often have both the control of people and land. If the Church
would influence them, more children and more grown-ups might get
health and pleasure on the land. I must not entrench on the subject
of Garden Cities and Garden Suburbs—but the two subjects can be
linked together, inasmuch as the purest, deepest, and most
recreative of pleasures can be found in the gardens which are the
distinctive feature of the new cities and suburbs.
Henrietta O. Barnett.
SECTION III.
SETTLEMENTS.
Samuel A. Barnett.
This paper was reprinted in February, 1884, when the following words and
names were added.
The following members of the University have undertaken to receive the names
of any graduates or undergraduates who feel disposed to join a “Settlement”
shortly or at any future time:—
1903.
1 From “Towards Social Reform”. By kind permission of Messrs. Fisher
Unwin.
“How did the idea of a University Settlement arise?” “What was the
beginning?” are questions so often asked by Americans, Frenchmen,
Belgians, or the younger generations of earnest English people, that
it seems worth while to reply in print, and to trundle one’s mind back
to those early days of effort and loneliness before so many bore the
burden and shared the anxiety. The fear is that in putting pen to
paper on matters which are so closely bound up with our own lives,
the sin of egotism will be committed, or that a special plant, which is
still growing, may be damaged, as even weeds are if their roots are
looked at. And yet in the tale which has to be told there is so much
that is gladdening and strengthening to those who are fighting
apparently forlorn causes that I venture to tell it in the belief that to
some our experiences will give hope.
In the year 1869, Mr. Edward Denison took up his abode in East
London. He did not stay long nor accomplish much, but as he
breathed the air of the people he absorbed something of their
sufferings, saw things from their standpoint, and, as his letters in his
memoirs show, made frequent suggestions for social remedies. He
was the first settler, and was followed by the late Mr. Edmund
Hollond, to whom my husband and I owe our life in Whitechapel. He
was ever on the outlook for men and women who cared for the
people, and hearing that we wished to come Eastward, wrote to Dr.
Jackson, then Bishop of London, when the living of St. Jude’s fell
vacant in the autumn of 1872, and asked that it might be offered to
Mr. Barnett, who was at that time working as Curate at St. Mary’s,
Bryanston Square, with Mr. Fremantle, now the Dean of Ripon. I
have the Bishop’s letter, wise, kind and fatherly, the letter of a
general sending a young captain to a difficult outpost. “Do not hurry
in your decision,” he wrote, “it is the worst parish in my diocese,
inhabited mainly by a criminal population, and one which has I fear
been much corrupted by doles”.
How well I remember the day Mr. Barnett and I first came to see
it!—a sulky sort of drizzle filled the atmosphere; the streets, dirty
and ill kept, were crowded with vicious and bedraggled people,
neglected children, and overdriven cattle. The whole parish was a
network of courts and alleys, many houses being let out in furnished
rooms at 8d. a night—a bad system, which lent itself to every form
of evil, to thriftless habits, to untidiness, to loss of self-respect, to
unruly living, to vicious courses.
We did not “hurry in our decision,” but just before Christmas,
1872, Mr. Barnett became vicar. A month later we were married, and
took up our life-work on 6 March, 1873, accompanied by our friend
Edward Leonard, who joined us, “to do what he could”; his “could”
being ultimately the establishment of the Whitechapel Committee of
the Charity Organization Society, and a change in the lives and ideals
of a large number of young people, whom he gathered round him to
hear of the Christ he worshipped.
It would sound like exaggeration if I told my memories of those
times. The previous vicar had had a long and disabling illness, and
all was out of order. The church, unserved by either curate, choir, or
officials, was empty, dirty, unwarmed. Once the platform of popular
preachers, Mr. Hugh Allen, and Mr. (now Bishop) Thornton, it had
had huge galleries built to accommodate the crowds who came from
all parts of London to hear them—galleries which blocked the light,
and made the subsequent emptiness additionally oppressive. The
schools were closed, the schoolrooms all but devoid of furniture, the
parish organization nil; no Mothers’ meeting, no Sunday School, no
communicants’ class, no library, no guilds, no music, no classes,
nothing alive. Around this barren empty shell surged the people,
here to-day, gone to-morrow. Thieves and worse, receivers of stolen
goods, hawkers, casual dock labourers, every sort of unskilled low-
class cadger congregated in the parish. There was an Irish quarter
and a Jews’ quarter, while whole streets were given over to the
hangers-on of a vicious population, people whose conduct was
brutal, whose ideal was idleness, whose habits were disgusting, and
among whom goodness was laughed at, the honest man and the
right-living woman being scorned as impracticable. Robberies,
assaults, and fights in the street were frequent; and to me, a born
coward, it grew into a matter of distress when we became
sufficiently well known in the parish for our presence to stop, or at
least to moderate, a fight; for then it seemed a duty to join the
crowd, and not to follow one’s nervous instincts and pass by on the
other side. I recall one breakfast being disturbed by three fights
outside the Vicarage. We each went to one, and the third was
hindered by a hawker friend who had turned verger, and who
fetched the distant policeman, though he evidently remained
doubtful as to the value of interference.
We began our work very quietly and simply: opened the church
(the first congregation was made up of six or seven old women, all
expecting doles for coming), restarted the schools, established relief
committees, organized parish machinery, and tried to cauterise, if
not to cure, the deep cancer of dependence which was embedded in
all our parishioners alike, lowering the best among them and
degrading the worst. At all hours, and on all days, and with every
possible pretext, the people came and begged. To them we were
nothing but the source from which to obtain tickets, money, or food;
and so confident were they that help would be forthcoming that they
would allow themselves to get into circumstances of suffering or
distress easily foreseen, and then send round and demand
assistance.
I can still recall my emotions when summoned to a sick woman
in Castle Alley, an alley long since pulled down, where the houses,
three stories high, were hardly six feet apart; the sanitary
accommodation—pits in the cellars; and the whole place only fit for
the condemnation it got directly Cross’s Act was passed. This alley,
by the way, was in part the cause of Cross’s Act, so great an
impression did it make on Lord Cross (then Mr. Cross) when Mr.
Barnett induced him to come down and see it.
In this stinking alley, in a tiny dirty room, all the windows broken
and stuffed up, lay the woman who had sent for me. There were no
bedclothes; she lay on a sacking covered with rags.
“I do not know you,” said I, “but I hear you want to see me.”
“No, ma’am!” replied a fat beer-sodden woman by the side of the
bed, producing a wee, new-born baby; “we don’t know yer, but ’ere’s
the babby, and in course she wants clothes, and the mother
comforts like. So we jist sent round to the church.”
This was a compliment to the organization which represented
Christ, but one which showed how sunken was the character which
could not make even the simplest provision for an event which must
have been expected for months, and which even the poorest among
the respectable counts sacred.
The refusal of the demanded doles made the people very angry.
Once the Vicarage windows were broken, once we were stoned by
an angry crowd, who also hurled curses at us as we walked down a
criminal-haunted street, and howled out as a climax to their wrongs
“And it’s us as pays ’em”. But we lived all this down, and as the years
went by reaped a harvest of love and gratitude which is one of the
gladdest possessions of our lives, and is quite disproportionate to
the service we have rendered. But this is the end of the story, and I
must go back to the beginning.
In a parish which occupies only a few acres, and was inhabited
by 8,000 persons, we were confronted by some of the hardest
problems of city life. The housing of the people, the superfluity of
unskilled labour, the enforcement of resented education, the liberty
of the criminal classes to congregate and create a low public
opinion, the administration of the Poor Law, the amusement of the
ignorant, the hindrances to local government (in a neighbourhood
devoid of the leisured and cultured), the difficulty of uniting the
unskilled men and women, in trade unions, the necessity for stricter
Factory Acts, the joylessness of the masses, the hopefulness of the
young—all represented difficult problems, each waiting for a solution
and made more complicated by the apathy of the poor, who were
content with an unrighteous contentment and patient with an
ungodly patience. These were not the questions to be replied to by
doles, nor could the problem be solved by kind acts to individuals
nor by the healing of the suffering, which was but the symptom of
the disease.
In those days these difficulties were being dealt with mainly by
good kind women, generally elderly; few men, with the exception of
the clergy and noted philanthropists, as Lord Shaftesbury, were
interested in the welfare of the poor, and economists rarely joined
close experience with their theories.
“If men, cultivated, young, thinking men, could only know of
these things they would be altered,” I used to say, with girlish faith
in human goodwill—a faith which years has not shaken; and in the
spring of 1875 we went to Oxford, partly to tell about the poor,
partly to enjoy “eights week” with a group of young friends. Our
party was planned by Miss Toynbee, whom I had met when at
school, and whose brother Arnold was then an undergraduate at
Pembroke. Our days were filled with the hospitality with which
Oxford still rejoices its guests; but in the evenings we used to drop
quietly down the river with two or three earnest men, or sit long and
late in our lodgings in the Turl, and discuss the mighty problems of
poverty and the people.
How vividly Canon Barnett and I can recall each and all of the
first group of “thinking men,” so ready to take up enthusiasms in
their boyish strength—Arnold Toynbee, Sidney Ball, W. H. Forbes,
Arthur Hoare, Leonard Montefiore, Alfred Milner, Philip Gell, John
Falk, G. E. Underhill, Ralph Whitehead, Lewis Nettleship! Some of
these are still here, and caring for our people, but others have
passed behind the veil, where perhaps earth’s sufferings are
explicable.
We used to ask each undergraduate as he developed interest to
come and stay in Whitechapel, and see for himself. And they came,
some to spend a few weeks, some for the Long Vacation, while
others, as they left the University and began their life’s work, took
lodgings in East London, and felt all the fascination of its strong
pulse of life, hearing, as those who listen always may, the hushed,
unceasing moans underlying the cry which ever and anon makes
itself heard by an unheeding public.
From that first visit to Oxford in the “eights week” of 1875, date
many visits to both the Universities. Rarely a term passed without
our going to Oxford, where the men who had been down to East
London introduced us to others who might do as they had done.
Sometimes we stayed with Dr. Jowett, the immortal Master of Balliol,
sometimes we were the guests of the undergraduates, who would
get up meetings in their rooms, and organize innumerable
breakfasts, teas, river excursions, and other opportunities for
introducing the subject of the duty of the cultured to the poor and
degraded.
No organization was started, no committee, no society, no club
formed. We met men, told them of the needs of the out-of-sight
poor; and many came to see Whitechapel and stayed to help it. And
so eight years went by—our Oxford friends laughingly calling my
husband the “unpaid professor of social philosophy”.
In June, 1883, we were told by Mr. Moore Smith that some men
at St. John’s College at Cambridge were wishful to do something for
the poor, but that they were not quite prepared to start an ordinary
College Mission. Mr. Barnett was asked to suggest some other
possible and more excellent way. The letter came as we were leaving
for Oxford, and was slipped with others in my husband’s pocket.
Soon something went wrong with the engine and delayed the train
so long that the passengers were allowed to get out. We seated
ourselves on the railway bank, just then glorified by masses of large
ox-eyed daisies, and there he wrote a letter suggesting that men
might hire a house, where they could come for short or long periods,
and, living in an industrial quarter, learn to “sup sorrow with the
poor”. The letter pointed out that close personal knowledge of
individuals among the poor must precede wise legislation for
remedying their needs, and that as English local government was
based on the assumption of a leisured cultivated class, it was
necessary to provide it artificially in those regions where the line of
leisure was drawn just above sleeping hours, and where the
education ended at thirteen years of age and with the three R’s.
That letter founded Toynbee Hall. Insomnia had sapped my
health for a long time, and later, in the autumn of that year, we were
sent to Eaux Bonnes to try a water-cure. During that period the
Cambridge letter was expanded into a paper, which was read at a
college meeting at St. John’s College, Oxford, in November of the
same year. Mr. Arthur Sidgwick was present, and it is largely due to
his practical vigour that the idea of University Settlements in the
industrial working-class quarters of large towns fell not only on
sympathetic ears, but was guided until it came to fruition. The first
meeting of undergraduates met in the room of Mr. Cosmo Lang now
(1908), about to become Archbishop of York. Soon after the meeting
a small but earnest committee was formed; later on the committee
grew in size and importance, money was obtained on debenture
bonds, and a Head sought who would turn the idea into a fact. Here
was the difficulty. Such men as had been pictured in the paper which
Mr. Knowles had published in the “Nineteenth Century Review” of
February, 1884, are not met with every-day; and no inquiries
seemed to discover the wanted man who would be called upon to
give all and expect nothing.
Mr. Barnett and I had spent eleven years of life and work in
Whitechapel. We were weary. My health stores were limited and
often exhausted, and family circumstances had given us larger
means and opportunities for travel. We were therefore desirous to
turn our backs on the strain, the pain, the passion and the poverty
of East London, at least for a year or two, and take repose after
work which had aged and weakened us. But no other man was to be
found who would and could do the work; and, if this child-thought
was not to die, it looked as if we must undertake to try and rear it.
We went to the Mediterranean to consider the matter, and
solemnly, on a Sunday morning, made our decision. How well I recall
the scene as we sat at the end of the quaint harbour-pier at
Mentone, the blue waves dancing at our feet, everything around
scintillating with light and movement in contrast to the dull and
dulling squalor of the neighbourhood which had been our home for
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