Minnesota weekly times. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1859, 1854-09-19
FDIToRS.-lf we'll meaning friends knew how

FDITORs.--lf we'll meaning friends knew how
much time was devoted to them by editors Of
daily papers, and how much eyation their well
intended visits often cause the man of the Quill
they would never interrupt him unless on very
special business. The editor of the New York
Tribune, who has suffered immensely from this
embarrassment, says
There is many journalist now languishing in
poverty, while dozens to VIII rsc success in life he
gave the first impulse, roll by him in their car
riages, and have forgotten his very existence
There no country, save ours, i'll the world where
Journalists are expected TO do so much work for
the special benefit of others without recompense.
Generally. out of this country, editors mae
ces>ihlc, if not anonymous. they may let YOU know
what they think but not who thinks it. You can
not walk into IN EDITORS room in London or Paris
and ask him to devote his time and his columns
TO your advanccm mt or profit. Here this is done
every day, even by utter strangers.
Half an !itor's tme--sometimes his whole
day, throwing over his proper work in the night
IS given up 70 receiving the calls, listening to
the stories, and obrving the requests of on good
naturcd friend after another. who drops in to try
his chance of getting ten times as valuable an add
vert;sement out of him for nothing rs he would
ret out of the publisher by regular paying. Ii
h fails he loses nothing, for he has plenty of
brass left if he succeeds. he has used his time to
decided advantage. And thus is civility abused
thus is good feeling imposed upon.
Many an editor receives several letters in day
requesting him to do this or that TO documents,
for the baneit of utter strangers or mere acquain
tances who have shadow of claim to tax him.
A Sanc,um in Nebraska.
The Omaha Arrow is the name of a paper lust
started in Omaha, Nebraska. The Editor thus
describes his sanctum:
Last night we slept in our sanctum-the starry
deckei heavens for ceiling, and our mother
earth for 4 flooring. 1t was glorious night, and
tired from the days excrtions. Far
away, on different portions of the prairie, glim-
mcred the camp fires of ear ncghbors, the Paw
nees, Omahas, or that noble and too often unap-
preciatCd class of our own people, known rs pio-
neers, or slUatters. We gathered around our lit
tie camp fire, talked Of times in the past, of the
pleasing present and of the glorious future which
the march of civilization should open in the land
whercon sat. The new moon was just sink
ing behind the distant prairie roll, but slightly
di>pe!ln@ the darkness which crept over our loved
and cherished Nebraska land. We thought of
distant friends and loved ones who, stretched
upon beds of downy ease, little appreciated the
unalloycd pleasure, the heaven blessed comfort
that dwet with us in this far off land. No busy
hum OF the bustllng world served TO distract our
thoughts. Behind US was spread our buffalo robe
in an Old Indian trail, which was to serve our
bed and bedding. The cool night wind swept
in cooling breczes around us, deep laden with the
perfume of thousand hucd and var ed flowers.
Far away upon our lea came the occas; onal long
drawn howl of the prairie wolves. Talk of COM
fort.--there was more of it in hour Of our
sanctum camp life and of camp life generally
upon Ncbraka soil, than in Il whole life of fash
iOnablc, pampered world in the settlements and,
Individually, we would not have exchanged our
sanctum for any of those of our brethren of the
press, who boast of its ncatness and beauty of
artful adornmcnt.
Here is quite refreshing to Us civilized
Editors:
Wonder comes two stalwart sons of the forest,
bciccked in their native fnery. They approach
and stand before us in our ''sanctum'' That
dancing feather which adorns his head once deck
cl the Gaudy plumage Of the mountain eagle.
The shades of the rainbow appear on their faces.
TIL v extend the hand of friendship with the en-
phltic ..cugg how" chow are you friend) and
knowing oar business requests us by signs and
gcsichlations to ''writc" in the Arrow to the
great Father that the Omahas want what he has
promised them, and they ask Us also to write no
bad about them. We promised compliance,
whilst they watch the progress of our pencil back
and forth over the paper. Bat let us proceed.
What shall we say? Eut little.