Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1853-05-20

But far bright, dear than all
That dream of home, that dream of home.
Ask of the sailor youth when far
His light bark bounds DER oceans foam,
What charms him most when ev'ning' star
Smiles DER the wave to dream of home
Fond thoughts of absent friends and loves
At that sweet hour around him come;
His hearts best joy where'er he roves,
That dream of home, that dream OF home
From the Philadelphia Bulletin
Machine Literature.
A grand revolution in American Literature is i'm
pending. Steam, electricity and calorc not &C.
inc to be allowed monopolize all the labor saving
business Of the world but VIC are going to have
substitute for mems brains, which is to do all the
thinking for the entire journalistic press of the Uni
tel States. This stupeduous improvement will as
tonish the world and happy to be able to
give its history in very brief shape.
A wise man of Gotham conceived the idea of sup
plying the journals of the United States with all
their riginal editorials, reviews, lransatons and
= frst-rate notices. BY acuratc examination of
his cerebral powers he discovered that he could,
with careful management. perform the daily duties
fOne thousand and eitors that's to say, could
write the editorials and reviews, discuss forcing re-
lations and domestic institutions, upset empires or
puff mammoth squaShcs; write slashlng criticisms
| or genial euogiums translate all the continental
and digest all the British magazines; crack new jokes
Or mend cid ones-n fact do all but the composition
and press-work oftbe thousand and one newspapers:
| In1amed with the idea, he sat down and drew up
circular which he addressed to the thousand and
one country newspapers, in which honorable cat
egOry he did us the honor to include our honorable
sel7es-a piece Of condeScenson for which we shall
be eternally grateful. This circular proposes to
write original editorials and reviews. after the
manner of Blackwood, for IS cents per page trans
latons, selections SC. at corresponding rates
Our copy of this circular, fattering to that be-
nighted rest Of manknd7 that does not lie within
the gr>at universe of New York, is open before
u.s. with its tempting para graphs inviting us to re-
pose weary brains and employ the machinery so
literally offered to do the work that fortune has
signed us. 1t is signed in glowing capitals 'GEO
PAWN QUACkENBOS," and it is Quackenbos who
is going to be the great universal editor of the Uni
yersal Yankee Nation. If the trump of fame does
not crack its sides in blazOning this to the
four Of the Union, it will be speedily heard
everywhere, and thence will commence the editorial
millennium. There will be no burning of midnight
oil, sperm candles gas at 50 thousand feet no
more agony at the cry of copy;% no more anxiety
, about tomorrowS leader; puzzling of brains
wearing out fingers. Quackenbos will do it all
and editors will rep0Se the lanrels that he brings
them at IS cents manuscript page. Public sentl-
, ment throughout the land will be harmonized and
become uniformly Quackenbosian A grand brain
machine of one-Quackenbos power will edit the
thousand and one papers and give rest and peace to
the thousand and one worn-out editorial brains
! We are thinking of employing this extraordina-
~ institution and resi- gning to Quackenbos the
= labor, while reap the gold and the glory OF
editing the Bulletin. But not yet altoge-
Their satisfied of the smooth working of the machine
man in New York, is equal to thousand and one Of
the inferior beings that are doomed to live outside
: Of that city and VIC have doubt that Quacken
hos would dazzle, astonSh and delight the whole Of
our readers But will Quackenbos secure agains
accident Will he give US guaranty against mai
failures, so that may not be obliged occasionally
to pacard to the word that, owing to the failure
to receive original editorials, reviews &c., from
Quackenbos no Bulletin will be published to-day 2
Will QuackenbOs stand all the libel suits that hi
e original editorials may produce? Or, when an in
e dignant man. deemins himself injured by US, comes
d in to pull our nose will we be allowed to decline
the honor and refer him to the CT Quackenbos
These and other kindred questions present them
selves to our mind, and must have satisfactory
answer to them before consent to engage
Quackenbos. VIII Quackenbos answer!
Dilemma.
During the late terrific rush of Office seekers, black
legs, pckpockets, &c at Washington, a stranger
II who, for wonder, had not come either to beg 70
Office play ''bluf,'' pick pockets stopped at tn
National, and asked for a room.
8 avnt vacant room in the house. SIR said th
polite CLERK, taking his pen from behind his ear,
ID offering it to the stranger, that he might registe
lie his name.
,e g But what shall do? Tcant sleep on the side
L. walk and to going anywhere but to the Nation
lie al that's quite out of the question:
n 'Well sir best | can dol to put YOU in double
as bedded room | have two rooms left with only on
ne occupant IN each but -"
u "WeIl, WE'LL with movement of discontent) =
n. Il suppose must goit.'
e, But you see, SIR rejoned the clerk, while
he sort OF conscientious twnge passed over his tac
re you to be rather honest sort of rersor
and -
"Well what's the matter? Out with it,
. "Why, the fact is, that the occupant in
~ these two rooms is pckpocke and the other is
IL a New York alderman ; and thought that pc
n haps you wouldn't like to --''
ne ''Phew! the - Well, that is a go B,
m don't you think that, if paid you extra, you cou
put the pickpOcket and the alderman into one room
es and give me the other q
Lrf "Oh, no, sir, we've tried that the pckpock
I'M wouldn't go such company Mdt''
bit "Well, don't see any alternative. Send up n
I'm baggage, and PIT me IN wHh the pickpocke !" Ar
TO- the traveller walked off in search of the barroor
~ WANTED--AN ANGEL HEAvEN.-And
death closed those little eyes-shrouded their brig
gances. Oh, that the would not come streal
~ ing in on his shrouded form, as if there was
~ grief in the world.
NJ How sweetly he sleeps, that little coveted ange
~. How lightly curl the glossy rnglets on his viii
,ed forehead! You could weep your very soul away
think those cherub lips will never, never unclose
Vainly you clasp and uncasp that passive. darlir
e. hand that wandered so often over your cheek
are Vanly your anguished glance strives to read tt
het dim story of love in those faded CRIBS The voc
MS sweet as winds, blowing through wreathed shell
me slumbers forever. And still the busy world knoc
rih at your door, and will let you have no peace.
ala shouts in your ear; its cbariots rumble by:
ges smiles broadly in your carc-worn face: it moe
his Won as Won sew the shron1. # noots ,o, 80 =
ave coffin, at the grave and its heavy footsteps tran
up and down in the empty rooms from whence Y
ave have borne your dead. But it comes never in t
an hush to wipe away your tears