Litchfield enquirer., 1864-03-03
From the N. Y. Eve. Post. CURIOSITIES OF PRINTING.
QUEER THINGS DONE IN TYPE.

CURIOsIT1ES OF PRINTING.
 QUEER THINGS DONE IN TYPE.
 The mistakes eff printers are often very fun ny to readers and very e1asperating to authors. A single letter is often of the greatest irnpor- tanse, and small mistake frequently changes the whole effect of an article. Some very fun ny stories are told of mishaps of this charac- ter. and we give below some Of the best.
 An English paper once stated that the Rus. sian General Backnofk owsky was found dead with long word in his mouth.' It should have been sword la this case however, the printer could not have been blamed for leav- ing out letter after setting up the Russian name correctly. During the Mexican war, ohe of the English newspapers hurriedly an uounced an important. .item of news from Mex co-that General Pillow and thirty-seven of his med had been lost in bottle It should have read battIe.'
 A lad in printing ofico came upon the pame of ilesate, occurring in line like this: . Shall reign *the HEcArE of the deepest hell. The boy thinking he had discovered an error, rau to the master printer and inquired eagerly whether there was au in cat. Why, no, you blockhead,' was the reply. Away went the boy to the press room aud extracted the objectionable letter. But fancy the horror of 1, ,L pnI,1,- rhn, th.A ny- peared with the line:
 : Shall reign tho HE CAT os the deepest hell'
 A newspaper some time ago 'yravely inform ed it's readers that rat descending the river, came in contact with a steamboat with such serious injury to the boat, that great exertions were necessary to save it. It was rafs and not rat descending the river.
 In the directions for conducting the Catho- lie service in place in France, a shocking blunder once occurred in printing calotte, cu- Atte. Now Q co!otte is an ecclesiastical cap or mitre, while culotte means what would be known in drawing room English as gentle mans small clothes. The sentence real, Here the priest will take of his culotte.
 LETTERS DROPPED OUT.
 But let a form of typo Ls ever so correct when ssnt to the press, errors not unfreqnent- Iy happen from the liability of letters to drop out, when the form has not been properly ad. justed or locked satisfactorily tight. A printer pu. .ing to press form of the Common Pra, CT, tle in the f. Towing passage dropped out unperceived by him We shall all be cAanyed n the tviukling of an eye.' When the book appeared, ts the horror of the devout worshipper. the passage read We shall uH be htayed in the twinkliny of an eye.'
 newspaper recently stated, in report of a battle, that tho conflict was dreadful, and that the eneng was rspulsed with great laugh ter (slauyh,tf.) A man was said once to have been brought up 10 answer the charge of hav- ing eaten (beaten) a stage driver for demand ing more than his fare. The public were in- formed some time ago that man was con- mtted for having stolen a small OK (box) from a lady's work bag. The stolen property was found in lis vest pocket. In an account of a Fourth of July dinner, it was stated that none o: the poultry was eaten except the owla t'owls)
 A POETS 8 NlsRkIEs.
 Some aggrieved author gives ap account of his niseriss. The story We uay candidly ad mit seems to us rathsr e1aggerz!ed. He had just closed his high-sohoof course, settled down in pleasant little town, aud fallen in love with rare and radiant maiden who so com pletsly filled his fancy that she became for the time the theme of his poetic inspiration. This was tho first gush of his fine frenzy as he in- scribed it in manuscript and sent it to the W;e$N Courier:
 TO MSS LUCY ANN wEEDLETHoRP.
 Fright damsel! with the curls of jet,
 Whose image haunts my memory yet,
 With bounding step and lithesome form, And radiant face, and fancy warm!
 Thy smiles like morning sunbeams play On rosy lips and cheeks alway,
 While in thine eyes blue depths 'tis given To rssd my doom or view my heaven
 Sweet maiden do see thee stillt
 Or doth some dream my senses thrill,
 As thrilled my pulse on yssternight.
 While musing on thy beauty bright!
 Or is the boon to memory given,
 Precious, as if some face from hsaven
 Had left it's impress on ny brain
 So desp as ns'er to fade again!
 IT..
 know Rot-yet, at times 1 deem
 The raptured vision is no dream,
 And seem the same sweet form to see,
 And think an angel smiles on me!
 But soon the transient image flies
 And leaves the bosom cold and lone,
 To muse OCT bittersst memories,
 i''And joys, like viewless spirits flown. This is the way the Weekly Courier printed aTi
 so MISS LUCY AIN wAhBLEcRoP.
 Right, damsel with the curls of jet!
 Whose image haunts my mummy yet,
 With bending stoep and lighthouse form, And radish face and pancakes warm
 Thy smiles like mourning sunbugs flag
 On rusty lips and checks awag!
 While in thi nyee blue dress 'tis given
 Tsrend my dome or view my heaven