The Beadle's eye was all over the _Shool_ at once, and he could settle an altercation about seats without missing a single response.

His automatic amens resounded magnificently through the synagogue, at once a stimulus and a rebuke.

It was probably as a concession to him that poor men, who were neither seat-holders nor wearers of chimney-pot hats, were penned within an iron enclosure near the door of the building and ranged on backless benches, and it says much for the authority of the _Shammos_ that not even the _Schnorrer_ contested it.

Prayers were shouted rapidly by the congregation, and elaborately sung by the _Chazan_.

The minister was _Vox et praeterea nihil_.