Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-01-18
Day and Night in the Tribune Office
HORACE GREELEY IN HIS DEN.
From Parto,s's Life Of Horace Greeley.

From Idfton's LIFE Of Horace greeley
1t is ten O'Clock in the morning. The
clerks in the Office are at their posts, re-
ce;ving advertisements, and recording them,
entering the names of new subscribers re-
ceived by the mornings mail, on which, on
some mornings of the year, there are hun
dreds. 1t is a busy scene.
Up the dismal stairs to dismal room in
the third story, upon which we read ''Edi-
torial Rooms ofth New York Tribune. H.
Greeley" We ought not to be allowed to
enter, but we are, and we do; no one him
dersus, or notices our entrance. First
narrow passage, with a narrow passage on
the left. whence, later in the day, the rapid
hum of proof reading issues increasingly,
one man reading the ''copy'' aloud, another
having his eyes fixed on the slip of proof.
One may insert his yisage into the square
aperture in the doors of these minute apart
ments, and gaze upon the performance with
persistent impertinence; but the proof read
ing goes on ike machine At this hour
however, these rooms contain no one. A
few steps, and the principal editorial room
is before us. II is a long, narrow apart
ment, with desks for the principal editors
along the sides, with shelves well loaded with
books and manuscripts, great heap ofex
change papers in the midst, and the file of
the Tritane on broad desk, slanting from
the wall. Everything is in real order but
apparent confusion, and the whole is blen-
ded IN a common element of dust Moth
ing particular appears to be going on. Two
= or three gentlemen are looking over the
papers; but the desks are all vacant, and
each has on its lid pile of letters and pa
pers awaiting the arrival of him to whose
department they belong One desk pre-
sents an array of new publications that
might well appal the most industrious critic
twenty -four new books, seven magazines,
nine pamphlets and two new papers, all cx-
pecting first rate notice At the right
wcobserye another and mailer room, with
carpet, two desks, sofa, with large book
case, filled with books of reference. This
is sonctttR sonctoram. The desk near the
window, that looks ont upon The green
PARK, the old City Hall in the midst
thereof, and the lines of moving life that
bound the same, is the desk of the Editor
in-Chief. 1t presents confusion merely
The shelves are heeped with manuscripts,
books and pamphlets; its lid is covered with
clippings from newspapers, each containing
something supposed by the assiduous ex-
change reader to be of special interest TO
the Editor; and over all, on the highest
shelf, near the ceiling, stands large bronze
bust of Henry Clay, wearing crown of
dust. The other desk, near the door, be-
longs to the second in command. 1t is in
perfect order. A heap of foreign letters,
covered with stamps and postmarks, awaits
his coming. The row of huge, musty vol
umes along the floor, against the walls of
the room, is a complete file of the Tribune,
and some odd volumes of the New Yorker
and Log Ca6in
An hour later. One by one the editors
arrive. Scion Robinson, looking, with his
flowing white hair and healthy countenance
like good humored prophet Isaiah, or a
high priest in undrcss, has dropped into
his corner, and is compiling, from letters
and newspapers, colume of paragraphs
touching the effect of the drouth upon the
potatoe crop. Bayard Taylor is reading
paper in the American attitude. His coun-
tenance has quite lost the Nubian Bronze
with which it darkened on the banks of the
White Nile, as well as the Japanning which /
the last excursion gave it. Pale, delicate
featured, with a curling beard and subdued !
moustache, slight figure and dressed with
care, he has as little the aspect of an ad !
yenturous traveller, and as much the air of
a nice young gentleman as can be imagin
ed. He may read in peace, for he is not
IF No Gban = IF tbo Ioi1
The tall, pale. ntense-looking gentlemen,
who is slowly pacing the carpet of the in
ner Sanctum is Mr.. William II. Fry, the
composer of 'Leonora.' At this moment
he is thinking Of thunder for tomorrow S
Tribune. William Henry Fry is one of the
noblest fellows alye-a hater of meanneSs
and wrong, lover of man and right, with
a power OF expression equal to the intensity
of his bate and the enthusiasm of his love
There is more merit in his little finger than
whole mass meeting Of Douglas scna-
tors, and from any but grog-ruled city
he would have been sent to Congress long
ago. but perhaps, as Othello cit is better
as it is" Mr.. Ripley, who came in a few
minutes ago, and sat down before that mar
shalled array of books and magazines, might
be described in the language of Mr.. Wei
Ter the elder, 'as "A stout gentleman OF eight
and forty He is in for long days work
apparently, and he has taken off his coat
Luckily for authors, Mr. Ripley is a gentle
man of sound digestion and indomitable
good humor, who enjoys life and helps 9TH
ers to enjoy it. and believes that anger and
hatred are seldom proper and never pay
he examines each book, we observe, with
care. Without ever being in hurry, lie
gets through an amazing quantity of work;
ard all he does shows the touch and flush
OF the practical hand Mr.. Dana enters
with quick, decided step, goes straight to
his desk in the green carpeted sa,sctans sane
toria'', and is soon lost in the perusal of
Karl Marx or An American Woman in
Paris In figure, face and flowing beard,
he looks enough like Louis Kossu(h to be
cousin if not his brother Mr.. Dana. as be-
fits his place, is gentleman of peremptorv
habits. 1t is his office to decide, and, as he
is called upon to perform the act of decision
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