The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1859-08-10
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OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES AUG le, isse.
Newspapers.
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Wonderful 70 him who has eyes TO see II
rightly Il the Newspaper To me. for exam.
MIA sitting on tho critical front nenca OF thc
nit In iAy study hero IN Salesn, the aovcnt ~
my weekly Journal !. thai o. .ncw o on svnoss
esare. narrow ~ Il is, the tragedy, COMEDY, ana
farce Of life are played In little. Behold the
whole huge earth seat 70 me hcodoEadatiy In
a brown paper wrappcrs
s.eaxn. on horseback, on dromedary back, IN
the ruuch Of the Indian runner, or clicking
over the magnetic wires, troop all the famous
looked q from a point OF criticism tiny pup.
pets they seem all, - The editor sets his booth
upou my desk and otAciates - Snowman. Now,
l can truly see how little and transitory IL
vinegar, on which the solar microscope Of the
Imagination must be brought 10 bear in order
10 make out anything distinctly.
The animatcul9 there, In the pea Jacket, Is
Louis Philippe, Just landed on the coast OF
England. The other, in the grey snrtout and
cooked hat, II Napoleon Bonaparte Smith, as
suring France that shs need Apprehend no IN
reference from him in the present alarming
iuncture. Al that spot, where You seem 10 see u
speck Of something in motion, is an immense
znass meeting. Look sharper, ana you VIII see
. man brapdishing his mandibles IN an exciteo
manner This is the great Ssandso, ueiehoIns
his position amid tumultuous and irrepressi-
biecheers That infinitessimal creature, upon
whom some score OF Others, as minute as he,
are gazing in open -mouthed admiration, Is a
famous N. inin,e s Tnss
scarce discernabIe puffet OF smoke and dust Is
a revolution. That speck there is reformer
lust arranging lever with which ne Is to
move the world. And 10! there creeps for
ward the shadow OF a skeleton that blows one
breath between it's grinning teeth, aud all our
distinguished actors are whisked on the slip
perry stage into the dark beyond.
Yes the little show. box has its solemn sug-
sessions Now and then catch O glimpse OF
4 grim old man, who lays down scythe ana
hour-giass in the corner while he shifts the
scenes. There, too, in the dim background, q
wierd shape is ever delving. Sometimes ne
leans upcn his mattock, and gazes, as coach
whirls by, bearing the newly married on their
wedding jaunf, or glances careiessiy AZ paoe
brought home from christening Suddenly
(for the scene grows larger and larger as we
iook) bony hand snatches back performer
in the midst of his part, and him whom yes.
NOT suf1ce handful OF dust is enough TO cover
and SILENCE forever. Nay, we see the same
feshless fingers opening TO clutch the show
man himself, and guess, not without shud-
der, that they are lying in wait for spectators
also.
Think of it for two dollars a year buy a
season ticket TO this great Globe Theatre
whose scene-shifter is time and whose curtain
is RING down by Death.
Such thoughts will occur to me sometimes
rs am tearing off the wrapper of my news
paper. Then suddenly that otherwise too often
vacant sheet becomes Invested IoT Inc Win
strange kind of awe. Look! Deaths and
marriages, notices of inventions, discoveries.
and books, lists of promotions, of killed,
wounded and missing news Of fires, acci-
dents, Of sudden wealth, and as sudden pow
erty l hold in my hand the end Of myriad
invisible electric conductors, along which,
tremble the joys, sorrows, wrongs, triumphs,
hopes, and despairs Of as many men and wo-
men everywhere. So that upon that mood of
mind which seems to isolate me from man.
kind IS a spectator of their puppet FRANKS,
another supervenes, in which feel that i, |
TOO, unknown and unheard of am yet of |
some import to my fellows. For, through |
my newspaper here, do not families take pains 7
10 send me, AN entire stranger, news of death |
among them Are not here two who would |
have me know of their marriage! And, |
Rtrangest of all, is not this singular person |
anxious to have me know that he has received |
a fresh supply of Dimity Broisgins But |
to none of us does the present (even for mo- |
ment discerned as such) continue miraculous |
We glance careiessly at the sun rise, and get |
used to Orion aud Pleiades. The wonder |
wears of, and Tomorrow this sheet, in which |
a vision was let down to me from heaven, |
shall be a wrappage to bar of soap or the |
platter for q beggars broken yictuals.