The Nevada journal., 1857-03-06
~ For Just one horr and three-ouar-


in the sanctum Thursday afternoon,
trying to think what the deuce we could
write about, to fill this yawning vacancy
in the JOURNAL. The men were idle
merely exercising their lungs in the
playful shout for copy" the balance
of the page was filled and "made up !"
and for all these long minutes we had
sat by our table, pen in hand, and not a
single well defined shadow of an appro-
pirate idea had crossed our BRAIN Our
'intellex" was in that condition SO just
ly denominated ssmixed." If we could
only find theme to expatiate upon, a
little gas, and long quotation would
have made it all right. We scratched
our head = but our brain wouldn't be
coaxed. We lit our pipe = but this
"ancient fount of inspiration" had run
dry. "To and fro with accustomed step"
we paced the solitary sanctum = but if
we had outwalked the Wandering Jew,
or Mrs. DALI. ON, we couldn't have made
the rifle. Thoughts we had in abund-
ance = visions of fat clients and rich
quartz leads of dreamy-eyed Kanaka
maidens and Lew Teal's champagne !;
but these were not quite the sort of ideas
we were after.
"what business had they there at such timc?''
The crisis was approaching. The call
for copy grew louder and more threat
ening. We were almost distracted
Every possible theme had been touched
upon, and commented to its full capaci-
ty. OF politics we had more than enough.
Scissors and paste-pot had done their
duty nobly. From our brethren of the
quill we had stolen all the thunder we
dared to steal. Local items were all
manufactured and set up, and they
wouldn't stretch. We had asserted
boldly, that "the miners about Waloupa
were doing we'll" We had rendered
our accustomed tribute to the booksell-
ers. We had made original and felicit-
Gus note of the weather. And yet there
was that internal gap, that someway or
other wouldn't fill. 1t was too big a
blank to palm off upon our patrons fer
typographical error. Unless something
was done, the JOURNAL like Lady Mac
beth's damned spot" wouldn't "out."
Just then "gravc, scdate and stately"
friend of ours entered the room and
squatted upon the pile of paper that
forms the spare seat of the sanctum.-
He was one of those serious hombres
who have no idea of the ridiculous -
who look upon life as a very sober real
ity-and newspaper making as no hum
bug. We stated our difficulty to him,
and he said he could assist us in that
matter. We looked pleased, and we
were. He said he could give us theme
to discourse eloquently upon. A subject
that had never been touched, and would
be new and interesting to our readers.
He had thought of writing brief arti-
Gle upon the subject himself. We
smiled enticingly, and assured him that
if he would confde his pet to our ten
der care we would do it the amplest
justice.
GAS favor" said he, graciously, 81
will tell you. 1t is 1--WE listened eagerly,
the Final destiny Of tile Anglo Saxon
race"
Some ones jaw fell.
"The de-eh, what The inal-eh."
"The final destiny of the Anglo Saxon
race"
"Oh !-ah !-yes-exactly-just So
thank you ''
Our friend departed.
Ifany one wishes to know the title of
this article, it is the Final destiny of
the Anglo Saxon race
GEN. CAss.-The old school of poll
ticians - those of them who are still
alive = appear to be fastly going out