The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1853-11-17
Co.sipwith our Keaders.,


is the sunshine by the smoky haze OF autumn
The leaves are fitting in the soft air, and
the lightest breeze rattIes them along the for
est paths, and over the moss covered logs
The squirrels soft feet loosen the nuts, which
fall pattering to earth. Birds wheel among the
branches, and idly whirling leaves, and sing
their songs, sweeter now to the ear as
we know these birds are soon to depart. All
else seemeth quiet as the sun rays streaming
throuehrthe haze. Bless US, how the heart
turns to the deep and still woods, such day
as this. 1t would steal there to rest from the
world-to bury itself in natures solitude--to
be alone with its God. But as it can't, we
presume the best plan is, to content itself
with the destiny of beating time in an edi-
tors bosom, and folding up its fresher and
holer feelings. till the day cometh for their
opening--even as the thoughts of the editor.
are nicely folded up IN the newspaper, and
there kept quiet, till the hour when the
pleasure of patrons chooses to open 'em.
But there is no joking about i.-yesterday
was dreadful day to be cooped up in ten
by twelve editorial den. 1t was utterly i'm
possible to coop up the thoughts, like 50 ma
nv chickens, in such pen, while the whole
great out-of-doors, seemed swimmingin sun
shine. Certain mutinous thoughts rould
wing themselves far away. and leaving the
body to it's task, revel for moments in the
gladness without. When brought in by 'oiH,
nd atrip hat these
stray thoughts, FURNISHED up by their mo-
mentary battle in sunshine and warm fresh
air, make US regret we cannot follow them
aye, walk hand in hand with them, through
the scenes they so much covet!
But, as We were going to say, the indoor
task is doubly irksome such a day. We well
recollect, however, that but few days since
we were plying those whose business called
them to buffet chilly winds and saturatng
rains and muddy walks. They now doubt
less pity those who cannot enjoy the outside
of life. So that it all seems right in the end
We each have our duties, and our respective
places to perform those duties. But it is a
blessing to be contented when at the task
amt it! Yet that reminds us-there are
some tasks which never have an end--or at
least the beginning of the next task is so
near the ending Of the, last, that the life
might as well be considered one prolonged
task. 1t appears to US that editing daily
paper is something of this Sort" But we
have no idea Of gossping about that at this
time. We love the business, and have no
complaints to make. If we had nothing to
do but edita daily paper, we should be hap
by little fellow indeed, and ask no favors of
anybody. We are happy enough as it is.
cheerful, blessed with good appetite and
good digestion, and don't care a copper for
ours are healthy.
But we hate to hear the question asked, as
itfrequently is by old and intimate friends
why do you not Critc so cheerfuliy as in the
olden time-the Cairo Delta, your old paper
was noted for its fun and folly, glad humor
cheerful, don't-car ca -damitveness DISPOSE
ton. Ny dear fellow, let US take you by the
button, and whisper some little something.
into your ear. The heart of Add Sander.
isjust the same-his soul is yet open as thu
"open day" to all glad and good things-ht
is yet young in spirit and body-but-didy o,
ever reflect upon his task, as We said abovt
in substance, never ending but to begil
again! Now. bless your heart, come closer
tous. Suppose the warmest heart and big
gest soul;and keenest intellect in the world
all concentrated in one man, were tied dow,
not merely to:the daily task of drawing out
sick or well, two or three columns of edtoria
day, on subjects utterly unknown to him
self when he sits down to his desk, but tina
with this task before him, he has to lnbo
with his thoughts depressed, blue clou
hanging over and obscuring his whole beinI
lin fact, harrassed by business cares-note
to meet which call into play ineessant in
dustry, and every spare thought particu
lar supervision required of him over every de
tail of manufacturing his paper and turnin
out jobs-we ask you, most kind friend, wha
room or time ha 5 mans heart to indulge i
grateful play, or his soul to expand in any
thing above the dollars and cents ideas {
the day, under these circums tances? Ye
with all this. we have to put up with some
thing Enthusiastically short of that "keenei
/, intellect in the world" and make the yer
best use of only a limited intellect. b,
while we have you by the button, let us as
you another question-don't you think a
the above will do for an edtorai Well, W
think il WILL and as that was our whole nj