Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1861-05-04
The Type Setter.

~ you KNOW thaC typcsettcr is Won
dcrful architect? DO you see those bits of
lead and zinc lying over, across and agans.
each other, like the tangled brads of NOR
maids hair? What life or light can there be
in those fragments? And yet they form an
army more powerful than ever fought upon
tented field. Yesterday they stood up proud
y, professionally speaking, in ono " form -
truly in thousand forms. You may look
upon the little bits with a smile upon your
lip, but you little dream they are stronger
and wiser than you-that they will speak
when you arc dead and forgotten. They
have sometimes made you smile, und shuIder.
Don't you remember little Lucy-shc whom
you loved ?-sho with the blue eyes and nu-
burn curls? You little thought tho other
day when you took up the morning paper
that the one word DIED" of only four letters
which you laughed at, as thoy lay, dusty
and dirty, in their square homes you did
not think it would mako you weep. And
I" STOCKS isn't there something in that
word Haven't you been head and heels in
them for years, and don't your feelings rise
and fall with then, Alternately a little fur
thcr on you couc to the word (" MARRIED"
-Ah thought that would make YOU smile
saw you kiss baby just then, and that one
word unravcls it all. You haven't forgotten
the day you went courting have you? Thon
there was magic in the utterancc You stood
at the altar on the strength of the happiness
you felt; and if you have not always loved
the girls al you ought, there is no one you
love as well. You secretly bless the day
when that single word "marriago," was
wreathcd like sacred archway oyer the joys
Of (" thee and thine"
1t You Will come to his workshop to-mor-
row, the printer will show you how to, q. dis
tribute knowledge. Hc will pull to pieces
those tough, wiry arguments that Yesterday
defined the world. These pretty places which
the poet wrought will have to [" come" and
their golden fancies become tomorrow the
integumcnts of the politicians prose. In
they go-thosc metallic dwarfs scattered
broadcast like good seed, which shall bring
forth sixty--aye, a hundred fold. "Sixtv
lives lost, and !" Prcntico's last joke" march
In line together, and the printer whistles
"Yankcc Doodle, as carclessly over their dis
solution as if human life was at a discount.
Prcntice's jokes below par; and SO it is
This is the Printers life and business.
a printing Office is great bowling alley.
The printer sets up. tho pins-the word keeps
| tally--the editor puts the ball in motion and
away tt goes carrying death and destruction
in its front-selding pin hero and pin
there, whilca a noisy rabblc always stand by
to cheer and hiss down the players. Some
play for money; some for honors, and few
"a precious tew-do it to patronizc the
boss and pleas mankind No matte, what
the balls arc made of, or how thoy 90, if they
only hit the mark. The crowd pocket tho
spoils and honors (and excuses are left to
the proprietor" who goes behind tho scenes
and starves in his shirt sleeves And such
is life
Whom printer dies, the world Just gcts q
glimpse OF his value ps his coat tails vanish
into glory; and then it looks very bad, rubs
his hands little, calls him clever fellow
says his only fault was in being poor, and thou
the world shoves its sympathy out Of sight
! into tho odium, the human heart, and on rolls
the J,uggcrnaut as though nothing had hap
pened. 4g.. ...~, 49,,
somo day, tho people will wake and find 4
screw loose in tho iaGgcd machine Of human