Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1865-11-23

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The Printer and his Type:
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y,The following, beautiful extract is from the
pen Of Bayard Taylor, the printer traveller; 4
Perhaps there is no department Of enter,
prise whose details are Hess understood by in
telligentpeo than the 'sartpreservativeR-4
the achievement Of types alIred.. ira i.r
Every day, their life long, they are accus-
toned to read the newspapers, to find fault
with its statements, its arrangements, its
looks51 ito egthemselves,upo tile discov-
cry of some roughish or acrobative tyne that
gets into a frolic and stands upon its head
Or of some waste letter or two in it-but Of
the process by which the newspaper is made,
Of the myrials ,of motions and thousands Of
pieces necessary to its composition, they know
They imagine they discourse of wonder,
indeed, when they speak of the fair white earl
pet.woyonlfor thoughtito walk on asgthe rags
that aattsFssa upon the back Of the beggar
'9aBut" there is Something more wonderful
s6ll1reWheh welook ut the hundred and fiay-
two, little. boxes, somewhat shaded with the
touch Of inky fingers, that compose the prin-
ter's ease, -noiscless, except the clicking
of tile types, as one by one they take their
places in growing line--we thinkiwc have
found the marvel of the art.r,I rgsqa.-A
| We think how many tlncies in fragmc nts
there are. in tae boxes, how many atoms of
poetry and eloquence the printer can make
hereSand there, if he only has little chart
70 work BY how many facts in a small ."hhnd
full how much truth in chaos. .,.......
| Now he picks up the scattered elements
dntil he holds iii His hands stanza Of Greyss
Elegy ar a monody upon Grimes ,'aIl buttoned
up before. .. Nov he 'sets q '.puppy miss.
ing" and now Paradise LOST" he arrays
Bride in "sMALi. CAPS and sonnet in mon
parcl';' he announces that" the languish;ng
| 'liye,P in one entence--traDsposp the word
and ,deplores the days that are few and 'evil,H
| in the next. .,r .t, .,...,-.., ,f..
A poor jest ticks IFS way slowly into the
printer hand, like clock just rnnning down,
pnd strain of eloquencc marches into line
Letter by letter We,fancy we.4tan tell the
difference BY bearing Of te ear but perhaps
..'rhe"types that told wedding yesterday,
announces az burial to-morrow- perhaps in
the sef7same lletters. s,..isrts ~ .'hl ~ li4at
! They are the; elements to make a world Of
Those types are, 0 world with something in
it'as beautiful us spring, as rich as summer,
and as grand ;asg autumn flowers that frost
cannot wilt, fruit that shalnpen for al time.
40 The newspaper has BEGGING the log book Of
the age it tells at what rate The worl1 is rum
ming; we caniiot1 find our reckoning with
outsitanlMn3 7ao lnIbng7la sfr d5a%a stg-l,
True, the green grocer may bundle up a
psoupd Of candles in our last cxpresscdthosts,
but It is only coming. to base uses as its bet
ters htiie done times innumerable. ''' - Nh'
i1lWe console oorselpes by thinking that one
caln, make of that newspaper what he cannot
make of living ,oaksra bridge for time, that
he can fling it over the chasm of the dead
years and wall, safely back sppQna the shadowy
sea in the fh Past hfhc singer siallnot end
his song. nor the true soul be eloquent no
| !'The realms Of the Press are enchanted
ground. Sometimes the editor has The hap
piness l6f Knowing that he has defended the
right, exposed the wrong, protected the weak;
that he has given utterance TO sentiment,
that has clieered somebody's solitary hour,
made some body hapfier, kindled smile up
oil n Sad d,iare, or hope in n heavy heart 'i'l
He may meet with that sentiment many
years after 1t may have lost all traces Of its
paternity, bit he feels affection f6rit He.
Welcomes it as a long absent, child Hercads-
it as for the first time, and wonders If, indeed,
he wrote it, for, he has changed since then. ~
Perhaps ,he could not give utterance to the
sentiment tffow-perhaps he would not if he
could ~ W. "'.F
1t seems like the voice Of his former self
calling to its parent and there Is something
mournltil in its tone lie begins to think-to
remember why he wrote it-where were his
readers thch, and WHITTIER they have gone,
What lie was thea,n aid how muclf he has
changesE So. he muses., until he finds him
sslf w0ndtrihg If. that thought Of his will con-
Ftinue to float after be lis dead, aud whether he
Eis} }feally looking upon Something that will
IsdrYiTe'hinh: And then comes The sweet Con
sciddsness that there is nothing in the SEN
tence that he could wish unwrittcn4that it Is
arbetter part of him-a shred from the gar
ment of immortality he9shull leave behind
him whcnhei jonstbe 'ihhumerabc caravan,
and takes Misplace intlIcsilentlalls Of DEATH
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-isfheEditor Of ila5 ia thehs Messenger has
Ibeenlom y stoar' llfast and speaks Of ssfiysS
| Points,lioN.IY tlnis.a TradHb sR~ .teai fAdi
sihsins ssquare almost every sbs!,sement and
MANY ofgthe cellars are used as the lowest Of
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