Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1831-12-15
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the Salem Observer.

From the Salem Observer.
THE PRINTER.-The "private griefs"
of each other, are best known to himself.
This is, unquestionably, that each one
thinks his own the heaviest; and the cause
Of SO little sympathy among mankind
Every department Of life has its cares q
perple kites; and no doubt exists that they
are not pretty fairly apportoned among
them.
The merchant, athwarted by wind and
waye,-perplexed by the fluctuations of
the market, and ruined by misplaced
credit and failures,-thinks no situation
30 trying as his own.
The physician is liable to be called q
disturbed at all times and seasons;-his
repose is broken, and his health exposed.
He has to ward of from his patients, the
shafts of a practised and "insatiale ar
cher;" and if he be not always success
full, the doom Of all flesh is forgotten, and
his failure ascrised to his want of skill
The preacher is grieved and disheart-
ened i'll vain efforts to make Impressions
man heart, as he terms it.
The lawyer is required to make black
appear white, ar he is no lnwyer at all.
The schoolmaster becomes jadrd, and
perplexed 10 the bone with spoiled chill
dren, and with saving wood with a NAL
let; and sighs in his soul for some other
troubles
The printer,-what has he to do but to
print and pocket money? Dear reader,
you know little of his case, or oithc woes
that press him down. His griets have
been often groaned forth; but there are
thousands that are "unwrilten," and uIl-
printed. We will not attempt to emu
merate them-they are more numerous
than the types in his case. There are
some, however, which if known and I'M
derstood by the community, might lead
to mitigation. We will cite an example
for illustration. a well minded neigh
Dor comes into our oiiice-just as the pa
per is going to press Dear SIR" says
he, at the same time putting his arm ia
miliarlylupon column of set up matter,
and destroying the labor Of half day, -
''dear sir, will you have the goodness to
just clap into your paper this obituary no
tice Of my Late iend,-it is'rather late |
knOw,-I had it prepared, ] meant to
have brought it before,--it will not make
more than half column. What shall
we do? what can we do? Why we must
deny him, and therefore offend him
"Just clap it imp Ho little knows the
labor of arranging, geometrically, gram
matically, orthographica!ly ,syntactically,
sentimentally, and geographically, sono
thousand of little pieces Of metal. After
him, when our form is all locked up in
the press, in comes half dozen Of shop
boys with advertise ements for the next
mornings paper. "You are too late -
why did you not bring them before ~
"We forgot to;--our masters wrote them
IN the morning, but they slipt our menl-
cries" We must again 90 to work
unlock our paper, and new arrange our
matter, or lose our advertising patron.
age. These are but drops to the buck
ct full, mere trihes to be sure-they on
ly take three or four hours from our nee
essary rest and sleep.--Were all classes,
IN tte spirit of kindness and accommoda-
ton, more in the habit Of looking into
and understanding the causes of each
others "private grieis." they might al
ford much mutual amcloralion.