The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1861-05-25
WHOLE NO. 2l3.
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Do you know the tppe setter 10 wsnder.
ful architect? You see those bits Of lead
and sine lyirs ever, across and against each
other, like the tangled hraids Of mer.
maids hairS And yet they form an army
more powerful than ever fought on tented
field. Yesterday they stood up proudly,
professionally speaking, in one 'sform"-
! truly in thousand forms. You may look
upon the little bits With a emile on your
/ lips, but you little dream they are stronger
and wiser than YOU that they will speak
when you are dead and forgotten. They
have sometimes made you smile. and some.
times shuddcr. ssStocss!, lsn's there
something in that word2 Havn't you been
head and heels in them for years. and don's
your feellnss rise and fall With them alter.
aatelyY little further on you come to the
word "Marricd." Al! thought that would
make you smile. ] saw you kiss baby
then and that word uh-aye!s il all. You
havn't forgot the day when you ven. court
ing, have yous Then there was magic in the
u.serancc. You stood At the altar on the
strength OF the happiness you felt, and II you
not always loved the girl AZ you ought to,
there is no enc you love aswell. You o..
cretly bless the day when the single word
''married' wns wreathed like sacred arch.
way over the joys Of you send yours. Don's
you remember little Minnie--she whom you
loved so we.l-shc with the blue eycs and
auburn curls? When Deaths dark Angel
folded her little delicate hands over her
snowy bosom, and scaled her loving eyes
with i.s icy fingers. don't you remember how
the great tide Of sorrow came snrging o'er
your smitten heart? You little thought the
other day when you picked up the papcrs
hat nrA al - L. l.ts
which you laughed at as they lay dusty aud
dirty in their square homes-would make
you wecp-would make you think Of her
whom God hath taken.
If you come to his Office tomorrow the
printer will show you how to distribute
knowledge. lie will pull to pieces tough,
wiry arguments that yesterday de6ed the
world. Those pretty palaces which the poet
wrought will have to come down, and their :.
golden fancies becomes tomorrow tho in
teguments Of the politicians prose. In
they gothosc metallic dwarfs, scattered
broadcast like good seed, which shall bring
forty sixty, aye an hundred fold. "Sixty
lives lost" and Prentice's last joke march
in together, and the printer whistles Yankee
Doodle rs carelessly as il human life vas
below par, and so il is. This 10 the printers
life and business. .-a
A Printing Office is great bowling alley.
The printer sets up pins--the world kseps
tally, the editor puts the ball in motion, and
away il goes, carrying death and destruction
IN its front, sending a pin here and pin
there, while noisy rabble always stand By
to cheer and hiss down the players. Some
play for money; and few--a precious few
do It to patronize the boss and bless man-
kind. No matter what tho balls ars mado
of or how they 60, il they only hit the mark.
The crowd pocket the spoils and the honors
are left to the proprietor, who goes behind
the scenes and starvcs in his shirt sleeves.
And such is life. ia. .s .-.-.s... ..
When the printer dies, the world just gets
a glimpse Of his value us his coat-tails van.
ish into glory, and then it looks very bad,
rubs it's head little, calls him clever
fellow-says his only fault was in being
poor, and then the world shoyes his sym
paihy out OF sight into that idiom, tho
human heart, and on rolls the Jnggernant
as though nothing bad happened.
Some day the people will wako up and
find screw lost in the jagged machine Of
human progress. II you do, don't waste
more sympathy than possible on those my.
biological fellows who print your books and
papers.