Litchfield enquirer., 1861-06-20
precious effasions Asa sample, the following

precious effasions. Asa sample, the following were applied to two of the most persistent: Triticus will excuse US if we most positively refuse to print any of his balderdash. His By ron Philosopher is an effusion, aside from its abominable photography, ,stoo obtuse for our un derstanding, and diffused over too much paper to convey his idea if he had one to commence with. Byron was good poet, but too hot headed for sound philosopher, and any such writer as Triticus must write himself an ass, ere he can convince us to the contrary
 "Fanny Fairlocks' can do better by assisting her invalid mother at home than by copying a whole page of Tennyson, and sending it to us for publication as original. We can trust that for her own sake she may quit her pen to paper for the press, and eventually become good wife and mother, for which station of life she was eyi- dently intended by Nature. As for poetry, dear young lady, cherish it in your heart as long as you can, but de not dream yourself poet, or descend to despicable plagiary.'
 Most generally, these first ratt notices of mine would prove conclusive, and abate that particular nuisance. If the scribbler still contn- ued to send his manuscripts to me, kindled my fire with them, and merely mentioned Mdt fact in my next connected with the real name of the contributor and that would finish his at tempts upon my literary department.
 
 another year, think 1 should have demolished the literary ambition of seven-eighths of the as- piring crowd with whom l labored. In fact, l was already considered rural Macaulay ill my critical notices; when an event occurred that dissolved my connection with the country press, as Editor and Publisher, forever.
 had locked up the office one wntry night and sought my lodgings in the Wolftown Hotel. My only journeyman and the devil had also re- tired to the bosoms of their families at an early hour. l was lying awake, dreaming of ways and means to procure more paper, being at that jnncture as penniless as before my encounter with Meggles. Suddenly I was started by the cry of Fire' Hastily dressing l issued forth, as did every other soul in the hotel, to discover the seat of coniagration. l can hardly express the peculiar state of my feelings, when l discovered the Banner Office entirely enveloped in mass of flame. did not. like Nero, indulge in violin practice, nor, like that other artist sit calmly and sketch the scene while the fire destroyed his house. No! l rushed to the spot, arriving just in time to see roof, walls, chimney, press, types, and ink keg, fall simultaneously into the cellar. and become fiery altar of destruction. l had no insurance, and there was no help needed, af ter that, to ruin me, l went home poor man but with strange sense of relief from clog ging weight. Noneypenny offered, the next morning, to set me gong again in a new office, with new material of his own but respectfully begged the privilege of firmly declining.
 My brother and l concluded that we would leave Wolftown forever, and seek our fortunes elsewhere. We struck out new line of busi- ness in the next town.
 We went to Work digging wells In three years we lave dug fifty of those conveniences. We make good thing of it. We get good pay; and although it is hard work most of the time yet l like it better than editing and publishing country newspaper. It is not attended with 50 many difficulties.
 ''rrnth,' it is said, lies in the bottom of we'll Brother and have frequently found it there. We think we never found it 50 largely in Wolftown. Good night