Daily American organ. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1856, 1855-07-23
AMERICAN ORGAN.
The Doom OF the Printer.

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Thomas Mackeller, author of "Droppings from the
Heart" These poems were published IN l84l, BY
Carey A Hart. The lines below have much Of the
quantness and pathos of Hood. They will, no doubt
find favor with the printer whose tolls and troubles
are feelingly described;
printer, weary and wan,
His face all MORALLY pale,
As slowly plodded his homeward way,
Before the dawning Of early day,
Broke out IN bitter wall.
His voice was husky and low,
AS though his lungs were gone;
And he coughed and gasped, and coughed again,
And he pressed his hand TO his breast in pain,
While thus his plant ran on;
"A world of toll is this
II hath no Joy for me:
It's labor by day and labor by night
BY the light Of the sun and by candle light
Labor continually
"Some men have day of rest
But Sabbath for me there is not;
II is toll all the week, and toll on the day
That God has given to rest and to pray
Lo! this is the printers lot!
when was boy" he said
II played on the hills Of green; .
swan in the stream--l fished in the brook
And best was to sit and to look
Unfettered on natures scene.
For twenty sad years and more,
My life has worn away
In murky rooms of poisonous air,
When I've yearned for sight Of the valleys fair,
And the light Of open day.
can innocent prisoner doomed,
My heart 10 heavy within:
Oh! why should man untainted BY guilt =.
Who the blood Of creature never h Ith split,
Be pent like felon, for SIM"
The printer then coughed and sighed
The stars were growing dim,
And he upward glanced at the morning sky
And he iniy thought 1t were good to die,
And death would be rest to himl
His heart was tired of beating;
He prayed TO the Lord above
To pity man whose heart had been ryen
To toll, for other mems interest given,
Aud he sought his mercy and love-
He hied to his humble home;
His infant awoke TO cry,
ooh, father! oh, mother! I'm hungry for breadW
Aud tho printer bowed, with an aching head,
On his Marys bosom to die
Oh! We who have never known
The richness found in a crust,
When nothing is on the desoate shelf
And the poor mans pocket is empty fpelf,
Receive my story on trust.
Say not, in your careless scorn,
What boots the tale to your
Has known Of such sufferers in other day times,
Aud much Of his rhymes is true.
Remember this holy truth
The man who aloof hath stood
When heart-broken brother for succor did crave,
Aud he stretched not finger to bless aud to save,
Isverily guilty of blood.
CowHIDINa a LA MoDE.-The epidemic still pre-
walls to an alarming extent. Yesterday lady who
resides up town, accompanied by her friend, enter
cd store on street, and walking up to young
man who was partner in the concern, requested
the pleasure of his company into the back portion
of the store. He accompanied her. when she
drew pistol, which she cooked and held in her
left hand while with the right she brought forth,
from beneath her mantilla, small rattan. She
then informed Mr.. - that she had il from good
authority that he had stated in a public bar-room
that she had been on rather intimate terms with
another young gentleman. He denied, but she
persisted, and demanded n retraction. He told
her he had nothing to retract and she struck him
across the face with the rattan. Instantly he
snatched the pistol and cowhide from her hand,
caught her by the wrists and led her to the door,
Her friend never offered TO interfere, and Mr. -
then politely told him to move his boots at once,
or he would make the toe of his patent-leather ac-
quainted with the seat of his breeches. He va
lnosed.--N. o. Delta.
The Paris correspondent of the Courier DIES
Etats Uns tells the newest bit of Partisan scandal
Thus runs the gossip:
.tThe gay world is very much amused, just
now, with an adventure Of the charming Duchess
de M. Having planned journey for the
summer, she had advertised her country house
to let, and, according to the directions as to
where the owner could be found, the young
Count d'A. called to negotiate for the place. Ar
irving at the door, he requested to speak with
her Grace. ..."
"'Come up at ONCE cried maid from the
top of the staircase, Madame has been very i'm
patient TO see your
with polite attempt to inquire whether he
was understood, but entirely overruled by the
laxative servant, the Count mounted the stairs,
and was shown at once into the bedroom Of the
lady.
al All, you are there II said the lovely Duchess,
now, then, l am at your service
"And throwing herself into an easy chair, she
drew up her 1ounces, uncaspcd her garter, drew
off the silk stocking, and held out her bare foot
TO the astonished young gentleman She and the
maid had both taken him TO be the corn-cutter,
who had been sent for that morning All Paris,
except the Duchess, were quite amused with the
little blunder."
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