Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1852-01-13
GRAND HAVEN, MICHIGAN, TUESDAY, JANUARY 49, 1852.
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Their benevolence too, is exemplary.
Passing along from door to desk, variety Of
tit-bits will be cordially offered and even urged
upon the busy teacher. Apples from their
pockets, gingerbread from their dinner baskets,
and even candy from their mouths!
The Hymn is read-but when the older ones
begin to sing, some thirty hedgelings in one
corner pipe up their voices, and key higher or
lower than all the rest, and nothing daunted
follow on most perseveringly to the closing note.
But at last it is over; school is out and they
pour forth like bees from the hive, to wander
from books and thought till next mornings
bell summons them in again. This is but a
synopsis of every days experience, and this
reader is the VARIETY would give you. In clo-
sing, let me assure you that Principle can give
even this its charms; and strengthened and sup
ported the same smiles can be ready for another
morniDg--the same patience for another days
transactions. BRIEF EXPERIENCE.
The PRINTING OFFICE.-There are compara-
lively few of community, who have any idea
of the constant labor performed in printing Of
flee. We speak of the physical labor not the
mental, for editors have so long trumpeted to
the world the hard lot they I'LL, that the story
has become old and stale.
There are thousand little matters to be at
tended by the printer that cannot enter into the
calculation of the labor ne performs; still each
and every one calls for some exertion on his
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to be the slave of his vocation.
While others engaged in manual labor have
their seasons of relief and enjoyment, the print
er must be toiling at the stand, moving his yet
brisk but wear;ed fingers for the after satisfac-
tion Of those who are permitted to enjoy the
fruits of his labor -
into day, and in some "the Sabbath is not
known" but from weeks end to weeks end" is
heard the everlasting clicking of the " tell tale"
it throws off its work.
But gloomy as the picture is, in the life of the
printer, is there not something glorious in his
position; although confined, and denied the ces-
sation Of toll, given to others How dark and
gloomy would the world be without the light
he sheds upon it. How his handicraft, at times
electrifes and astonshes his fellow men; and
after all, what other artisan, has so much bene-
fitted his kind, as the printer. From the days of
the cunning Faust he has exercised a control
over the feelings and actions of his fellow men,
astonishing and grand, always to their good, nev-
er to their detriment. To this art,nations, far off
and remote,are indebted for the help and light of
and at his command Republics have
sprang into existence, the good perpetuated, and
evil put down.
These thoughts must encourage and crafty
him, as he ever pursues his ever accumuating
task, the honor of his noble calling must sustain
him, in his hours of wasting strength and falter
ing resolution. The one must compensate for
the other, and honor must step in to console
him for his toilsome lot.