Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1855-02-24
MISCELLANY.
DAY AND NIGHT IN THE TRIBUNE
OFFICE.

The following interesting sketch of the men
and things and doings at the office of the ~
y Tribune is from one of the closing chapters
of Parion's Life of Horace Greeley
at is ten O'Clock in the morning. The
clerks in the office are at their posts, receiving
advertisements, recording them, entering the
names of new subscribers received by the morn
ing's mail, of which on some mornings of the
year there are hundreds. Il is busy scene.
Up the dismal stairs, TO dingy door in the
third story, upon which we read Editorial
rooms of N. Y. Tribune--H. Greeley" We
ought not TO be allowed TO enter, but we are,
and we do ; no one hinders Us, or even notices
our entrance. First, narrow passage, with
two small rooms on the left, whence, later in
The day, the rapid hum Of prool-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
apartments, and gaze upon the performance with
persistent impertinence, but the proofreading
goes on like n machine. At this hour howev-
.er.these rooms contain no one.
A few steps, and the principal editorial room
y before u.s. 1t is long. narrow apartment,
with desks for the principal editors along the
sides, with shelves well loaded with books and
manuscripts, great heap of exchange papers
10 the midst, and a file Of the Tribune on a
broad, desk, santng from the wall Every
thing is in real order, but apparent confusion,
and The whole is blended in common element
Of dust.' Nothing particular appers to be GO
ing on. Two or three gentlemen are looking
over the papers but the desks are all vacant
and each has upon its lid pile of letters and
papers, awaiting the arrival Of him to whose
department they belong. One desk presents an
array new publications tina, might well appal
the must industrious cIiiic--twenty-four new
books, seven magazines, nine pamphlets, and
two new papers, all expecting a 'drst-raie no.
tice.'
AT the right, we observed another and small
Ter room, with green carpet, two desks, a
sofa, and large bookcase, filed with books of
reference. This is the sanetlun sdaciorun.--
The desk near the window that looks out upon
the green park, the white City Hall in the
midst thereof, and the lines of moving life that
bound the same, is the desk of the Ediior-n-
chief. II presents confusion merely The
shelves are heaped with manuscripts, books,
and pamphlets lis lid is covered with clippings
from newspapers, each containing something
supposed by the assiduous exchange reader to
be Of special interest to the editor; and over
ell, On The highest shelf, near the ceiling, stands
large bronze bust of Henry Clay, wearing a
crown Of dust. The second desk, near the
door, belongs 10 the second 10 command II is
in perfect order. A heap Of foreign letters,
covered with stamps and post marks, awaits his
coming, The low of huge, mnsty volumes
along the floor aRainss one Of the walls Of the
room, is complete file Of the Tribune, with
some odd volumes of the Nas Yorker and log
Cabin. 1880 t-f .rs,t.If.-
An honr later. One by one, the editors ar
rive, Scion Robinson, looking, with his flow
ing white beard and healthy coantenance, like
agood-humored prophet Isaiah, or high priest
IN undress, has dropped into his corner, and is
compiling, from letters and newspapers, a col
bpmn Of paragraphs touching the effect Of The
dronih upon the potato cropos sa.. te.Hf, b
Bayard Taylor Is reading paper in the
American altitude Ills countenance has quite
lost the Nubian bronze with which il was dark
ened on the ballss nf die White Nile, as well
as the Japanning which his last excursion gave
il. Pale, delicate featured, with a cprliae
beard and subdned monstaehe, slight in figure
and dressed with care, he has as little the aspect
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