Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1855-11-01
NO. 90.
The Old Village Printing Office.
BY b. F. TAYLOR.

was Gown street." and that was a stage house.
nHe 1'e'se mouse where, once day, the yellow,
ihuu-oeSpaltered stage rocked up and brought to
ana me aforementioned bonifaee came shutting
ou' from the grated corner in the bar-room, like
an over-fed old spider, opened the stare coach
door and let out the hungry uassengers They,
were always hungry when they got there. for
breakfast was just ready for southern euiprants
ana dinner for northern; but then the landlord
was not an old spider, but a very iovial pleasant
sort OF man, VINO made everybody feel as much
az nome as ne was, and nothing more home-lke
couid be imagined and so, very well to do did
ne get, at two shillings meal.
90 much for the old village, for here we are
just no" passing an orchard, and there with
broader phy actery of tan.bark, is the printing
once, whence was issued weekly in olden times
the BLACK Rtrer Gazette. The Office low, white
bullding, once tenanted by lawyer, who has
gone up to higher court than any they have
yet organized on earth, stood next to the church
so they were for once side-by-side, the pulpit
and the press; and nobody has learned to turn
out such enginery from forge or foundry, even
to tins day. We enter; there is ink on the door
the PRINT of five small fingers. Incline your ear
delicate reader, it is the derirs. Not he no wears
but one boot, and is disagreeably redoleut of
brimstone, but the begrmed urchin in shirt
sleeves, just breaking through the broken pick.
cts OF the orchard fence, with apples in each
hand, and one in his mouth, followed in his fight
by something bearing resemblance to a brick
! bat.
But here we are. The walls are cob-webbed
ana DUSTY; the windows are curtained with news
papers; very dim lantern TO hold great deal
OF light. Click, Click; the footsteps of tvpe, and
there IN the corner is the editor, publisher, pro-
pretor and printer, "setting up" an editorial
from very queer old casc.-Click Click; there S
pale young man, busy with death" Died,
ana so ne goes slowly on, as though he was act
uaiiy following the bier. But then death was a
very rare thing reTy rare in the village and
round IN the woods, and it was worth bordering
over True, everybody knew it already but it
must go INTO the paper, nevertheless, for there
was somebody or other, that had gone out into
the tennessee country" that had loved the liv-
ing, and so the paper must follow him away there
| II II could, that he might mourn the dead
wonderful decorations they are upon the walls;
what marvellous borders to the handbils; what
wonderful "Selims," that the man with short
coat and long whip, could hardly hold; what great
sales OF small articles; what gay coaches, riding
on the top of cloud, the four n-hand all running
away, and the "nine inside as merry as Punch
But not picture of railroad, or a reaper, or
steamboat. strange office i'll those old days.
But there III further corner stands square
frame of heavy timber, like a huge LOOM 1t is a
loom, such as they wovc thought on; it is the
| old "Ramage Press" Its huge lever its lazy
platten its ponderous tympan, its great ink balls
its creaking, groaning NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. it stands
in all its rudeness, the greatest triumph of this
| or any other age. A pair of tin sockets swung
up by wire above the dingy engine bearing
each brief CANDLE" were the Castor and Pol.
/ lux OF the place. In the corner, in the dark
stood solitary keg of ink; not great way off,
four reams OF very gayish blue paper, but the
proprietor was passing rich at less than
forty pounds year. 1t IS publication day and
editor, pale apprentices, and dingy devil are in an
ssys s'ase o of unrest s The editor writes and
dred and tfty-and the printer sets type; and
then the publisher looks over the "form" and
men the pressman places it on the press, and
then comes the tug of war" 1t is pull and re
peat, pull again and again repeat, and fhe sin
side coHes off, sheet after sheet, with the gravity
OF so many elephants; the candle gets brieter anC
DINNER, but the two hundred and fftieth is of
at last and they all, editor publisher, printer
and pressman get into the same coat and beneath
the same hat, and leave the devil to fold papers
and sweep ont the office
W here then were your compound levers, your
ghttcrlng cylinders, your faithful rollers, your
painting furnaces, your press, instinct with life
and energy, that jars on like chariot over
Whole highways OF white paper in an hour!
Where are the busy -jours," and the editorial
corps! Where the steamer and the railroad
trains and the telcgraphs, painting, shrieking and
flashing to transmit that papers contents to the
| "olIu uIHl cloudy ends!
i he morning comes, the ink y imp OF Yesterday
INDUCES in clean face; his unkempt locks arc
ont OF snarl he is transformed into n Mercury
Forth he goes, packages of papers under each arm
III his capacity of carrier-boy lie is none of your
brisk pert fellows, of the now-a-day order, but
very meek indeed; and when the squire speaks
out to him strong and hearty, good morning, my
boy, he holds down his head and deposits the
answer In his bosom as if it were a very delicate
thing, and not yet able to fly. Like death, he
visits every house, and his burden becomes light
| or as he proceeds. II does not chuch the papers
as they do now over the gate and under the fence
but decenty and demurcly places it folded and
damp in the hand of somebody commissioned to
to receive it, But he dosen't ring" for there is
nothing 10 ring i'll all the town, except the church
bell which the Doctor brought home in his ~cut-
ter'' one day from Utica OF somew here there
away.
!, His rounds are soon made; meanwhile sorry
sort OF horse--an editors horses you knows
blowing a solitary cat about a very large manager
the last survivor of very large family. Pretty
soon Rosinante is led forth, pair of saddle-bags
distended to the sufocating point, is brought oui
followed by the Mercury and no devil, with his
! pockets plethorc with dough-nuts-what has be-
come of that od-fashioned twisted luxury!-and
a tin horn tethered to Il button-hole by bit Of
strong green string. 1t is with kind of sheep
ish Importance thaf he mounts by the aid of the
proprietor, anu NcHtS HIS way rs NcIt
Of saving ''out in the country, as il the old vii
lage not positively lost in the very bosom Of
it.
\ And SO ne went, his horn resOunding through
the solitudes, and he is happy as knight fresh
from q tournament;-And that was the IN. T.
/ w. So the Neiss Of those old days. But what
there was in the Gazete, and who they were that
read it. must be passed over in the silence like
that, that now, alas! hangs like great wing
over the most of them-the fairest, and loveliesI
and bes..-Cayuga Chicf AUBURN, n. H.
IL The eapability of happiness is like that o
taste, every one has his own; our happiness
springs from what ourselves love, not from
waht others may think lovely
/ 70 The finest idea OF thunder storm extan
was, when Virgins came home tight Now Wig
gins is teacher, and had drank to much lemon
ade, or something He came into the room a
mong his wife and daughters, and just then tum
bled over the cradle and fell whop on the floor
After a while lie rose and said
wife, are YOU hurtl' mo" "Girls, are you
} hurt" NO
Terrible clay, was ut it,
Some men are very entertaining for q ilrst IN,
terview, but after that they are exhausted ano
run out; on a second meeting we shall md them
very fiat and monotonous; they are like hand or
cans when we have heard all their tunes.