Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1850-06-20

! toH, says tnat a man weighs Just as mucn
when his mind is gone out of him as he did
before. No, sir, all The minds that ever lived
would not make an ounce Troy.
| Then how do you print ihough,si' | asked
III minds are thin air, and Thoughts are thin
ner sill, and make no noise, and have no sub
stance, shade, or color, and more than the
winds, are anywhere in moment; sometimes
in heaven, and sometimes on earth, and in the
walters under The earth; how can yon gel hold
OF them; how can you see lhem when caught,
or show ,hem 10 others 2
Ezekiel's eyes grew luminous whiih a new
idea and pushing his ink-rolIer proudly across
the metallic page Of the newspaper, he replied,
Thoughts work and walk in things that make
tracks and we take those tracks, and stamp
them on paper, or iron, wood, stone, or what
not. That is The way we prin! lhoush U.s.
Don; you understand 2
The pressman lei go the lever. and looked
interroga'ngly at Ezekiel, beginning at The
patch on his sIringess brOgaDs, and following
up with his eye 10 the boys brown paper buff
cap. Ezekiel comprehended the felicity of
his illustration. and wiping his hands on his
tow apron. gradually assumed an attitude OF
earnest exposition. gave him an encouraging
wink, and so he went on.
''rhougls make tracks, he continued, impress
svely, as if evolving new idea by repeating
i, slowly Seeing we assen,ed TO this propo-
stion inquiringly, he stepped to the type case,
with his eye fixed admonisbingly upon US
Thoughts make tracks, he repeated arranging
in his left hand score or two of metal slips,
and with these letters we can take the exact
impression OF every thought that ever went
out of the heart of human man and we can
print them too, give Us paper and ink enough,
till the great round earth is backened around
with coyerled Of thoughts, as muchllke the
pattern as two peas. Ezekiel seemed 10 grow
| an inch at every word, and the brawny press
man looked first al himself and then al the
press, with evident aslonishment. Talk about
| the minds living foreverr exclaimed the boy
pointing patronizingly a, the ground, as if mer
! were lying there incapable of Immortality, unit
! The printer reached il he ping hand, why the
world is brim full of live, bright, industrious
thonghls, which would have been dead, dead
as stone, if il hadn't been for boys like me
who have run ink-roIers. Immortality, in.
deed why, peoples minds, he continued
with his Imagination climbing into the profane-
| ty sublime, peoples minds wouldn't be immor
| tal if it wasn't for the PfinIers---a' any rate
| in this planetary burylng ground. We are the
chaps that manufacture Immortality for dead
men, he submitted. slapping The pressman gra'
ciously on the shoulder. The LATER took il as
if dubbed knight of honor, for the boy had
pu, The mysteries Of his profession in sublime
/ apocalypse. Give us one good healthy mind,
resumed Ezekiel, 30 think fof US, and we will
/ furnish a dozen worlds as big as this, with
| thoughts 10 order. Give US such a man, and
we will insure his life, we will keep him alive
! forever among the living. He can't die, any
way you can fix It, when once we have touched
him with these bits Of inky pewter. He shan
die nor sleep We will keep his mind a
work on all The minds that live on the earth
and all the minds .ha. shall come 10 live here
as long as The world stands
/ Ezekiel l asked, IN subdued tone o
reverence, will you print my thoughts, TOO
/ Yes, that will, he replied, ii you will think
some of The rgh, kind Yes. that will ech
! oed the pressman.
| And went home and thought, and Ezekiel
| has printed my though. tracks ever since.