The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-08-12
+ Vol. 25..
From the Nantucke, Inquirer.
LIFE OF A VILLAGE EDITOR.
A LAMENT.

Your metropolitan establishments are full Of labor.
saving apparatus, and are moreover conducted or
the most modern and approved toil-diyding princi-
pie The editor has his separate closet or cock loft
his assistant another, and perhaps third andfour,I
their appropriate retiring places also The first GD-
ploys himself two three hours per diem upon the
politics other chief topics of the day. and there IL
end of his task for 81 these twenty y-four hours"
HIS subordinates overhaul The mail papers, string
items together, make up police reports, scribbIe
scraps of local news detail construct awful acci-
dents, regulate the marine list, &c, each in his res
pectiye department The publisher. who is next IN
authority to the principal editor the affairs
of the counting room, where he is also assisted by
book Keepers aud clerks. The printer presides
over tho mysteries of the press and the
composing stick, apportions the work among tie
iurneyman and apprentices, and his only care is
TO :" get out the paper in season." Thus by svs-
tematic division of labor, each moving in his own
allotted sphere the whole machinery goes like clock
work.
Not so with the concerns of village prnr;
pecialy If located the seaboard, in some spot
used of the worlds thoroughfares Whose
superintends such journal, mus, adapt his work to
all manner of coprices, and undertake all sorts of
enterprises. The duties of every part of the factory
are concentrated in him. He must speculate in
politics. fabrlcate tales, descant on the sciences;
measure out paragraphs and poetry, gather ship
news, compose advertisements, pick up jokes, jobs,
marriages and deohs he must hear every thing
know every thing, tell every thing; the books and
bills, the purchases and payments, the collections
and the kckings, are all within his province; he
has the whole to regulate provide fur, to dispense
or receive He must be accessible at all hours, al
ways mt his post, and often elsewhere, at every ones
command to puff or dcnounce, to blow up or sup
press, watching the stream and wnkng at the eddy.
His den or business purgatory, is an epitome of
chaos. Here broken chair, there worm-ca'cn
rcketty table, bearing cracked nstand three quill
stumps, sundry slips of scrawled paper, pot offro-
paste, pair of edgeless scissors, and tin lamp,
stuck in perforated barrel-bung. In one corner
is diapidated desk, covered with assortment Of
office lumber and professional trumpery, ledg-
or, dictionary, the mail book, pile of Cougrcssoa.
al documents bundles Of unliquidacd subscription
bills. heaps of school books sont in pay for aniicpa
ted compliments, pamphlets OF every hue, size and
of them sleeping, like himself any
other wearied sentinel, upon the top Of a p'ag-
azlne.
Here, you Mister did you print that paper'
Why--a--y perhaps What then
How come you for to go for to put in that lie
about my aunt
Pray point it out.
Here It's (reads.) 81 warn all persons against
harboring nay wife Dorothy, as she bas behaved in
very unbccomng manner DC Now what do
you mean by printing sich lbellious stuff, eh
Oh! know nothing about your aunt Dorothy
ou must settle that matter with you uncle RaIlub.
who signs the notice.
| must, must Well, I'll see about it.
say Mr.. Editor, why dontt you hlow up that
luisancc that hes here IN the street, under your
own nose, forever!
1t is enough for me to smell it, Good morning.
Can get you to advertise a. lot of things I've got
q sell
Oh yes. Is the advertisement ready!
No can't you write ii for mel I'll tell what they
lrc. Though, come TO think of it, must go and
zee if they are all there. You can wait, 'spose 3
The paper is nearly ready for press.
Wcll-I'll be back in an hour or two.
What the old Harry's the reason you don't send
ny paperl
It's the carriers falkland his name is Peter
lot Harry.
But if he don't stop and leare it next time, Will
that's all.
oh don't-the error shall be corrected.
You didnt report my sloop, Mister. The sloop
Sctile-botlon from Clam IIarbor, Captain Rakes,'
With cargo of quowhogs--arriyed last Sunday.
That was after our last paper was printed. -
But you might have got it in for we laid oil and'
N a whole tweny-four hours.
Oh, yes, we might, but you should have got III
rst.
Please let me look at your fIes-say about twelve.
o eighteen months back. want to iind when old
Hrs Gout died, and who settled her estate
By all means. There they are. Sit down.
But you've go; better eye sight than l. Just look
EN- over for me. II wont take more Than an hour
n so. You sec: | never knew she was dead YOU
now. And expected some of her property.
Then YOU should have taken the papers.
WELL now and then borrow one ut the next door,
, send off to cousin Malachi, aud that answers my
lrn
You must stop my paper after to-day. / have so
much to do, that can spare no time TO read It.
Discontinue my paper, if you please, from this
ate. Times are SO dull, must retrench. SIX
ence week comes toawhoe dollarin three months.
Sion sending our paper. Fathers gone to tho
on West Indies, and mother writes him all the
ews.
Don't send any more papers to Peter Grlevous,