Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1857-10-22
Miscellaneous.
Peeps from a Printing ONCE.
BY A TYPO.
''Little drops Of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the beauteous land"


@Ugh!" exclaims some would be
delicate lady-ssthe very sound reminds
one Of the smell Of oil, and we shall
hear nothing but the clanking of
machinery and the clicking of type"
Well, what of that, fair lady? True
the oil we may use is not SO highly
perfumed as that with which you
smother your ringlets; but for all that
it has the same bases-and is applied
to far nobler purpose. The clanking
of our machinery may not be pleasant
to your over refined taste; but to the
true poet it has sound sweeter than
the ''tinkling of symbals." The click
ing of type may be ever disgreeable
to you, but we would rather hear it
and c~use it, than be possessed of the.
gift of Jenny Lind, were we to have,
our choice Of the two.
Ours is a glorious mission, fellow
craftsmen. Princes and potentates
own our sway, and there is nothing
mightier than ours. As we stand up
tothe case, worn out and weary though
we may be, We have at least the COM
fort of the thought that--though we
cannot find an acre of Gods earth
that we may call our own--though we
are poorly paid and heavily taxed
though there may not be one to whom
we may say "go'' or to another ''come"
though we may well know that we
shall leave no mighty name behind US,
with our name blazoned on history's
page and sculptured in marble-yet
we are assured that our works shall
not perish. Long after we shall have
been laid beneath the sod, the "still
small voices" with which we have
spoken will go on with their mighty
work, accomplishing the good which
we have sought while living. With
our "mallets' we have driven home
wedges which shall in time overturn
principalities and ndpowers. With "shoot-
ing irons" of more effect than Sharp's
Rifles or Colts Revolvers, we march
to the battle against wrong, far more
sure of victory than they who WELD
the sword.
Oftentimes, as we have stood at our
"case" merrily sticking the magical
strips of metal, which seemed as things
of life under our fingers, have we
laughed in our sleeves as we thought
how many would be anxiously watch;
! ing for the result of our labors-how
many hopes and fears hung on the
mere epsi dir5 of the types-how much
the leading men and writers of our
day are indebted to the humble bui
none less valuable labors of the typo
And again our heart would grow sad
as we thought of those to whom we
should be the bearers Of evil tidings
How many of those who read the
dolorious headings. "Dreadful Disaster
Fearful Railroad Accident and Great
Loss of Life p &C., are untouched by
the sad news. To many and many q
home do we thus convey the sad in
telligence, and as we do so, there swell'
up in our heart prayer for the loved
ones at home, and a hymn that VT
were not of those who were so sud
denly and fearfully launched int
eternity.
But we have higher and noblel
mission than that Of mere. messenger
Printers are emphatically thereformer
Of the age in which they live. Il
the dirty room where few but mechan
ical sounds are heard busy work 0
mind is going on. Those rough look
, ing men standing at their cases, ar
now, perhaps, giving to the world thei
own great and noble thoughts speaking
with their metallic tongues, words tha
will cheer some fellow-worker, or spu
some dreamer to works that he neve
thought himself capable of-sow see
by the wayside that in time viii sprin
: up and bear good fruit, even an hun
r dred fold-byp planting a vine that shal
at some future day shelter the wear
e pilgrim on hfe's journey-striking,
rock from whence shall gush fountai