Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1866-08-07
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upon the faculties, but that it is a severer
ties, than manual efforts, the average being
taken to decide the difference. It is une-
quail as respects the individual, and the
whole fraternity Of writers. Into the
comparison we admit all who aspire to
a habit Of thinking and Of publishing their
thoughts for the edi6cation or amusement
Of their fellows. That the mental Galore
necessary to the fair understanding OF
some men who work in the unscientine
vein is infinitely greater than the talent
used in the production OF volumes wn'cn
are lauded as the contamination Of ex-
,reme learning, is an undeniaole fact.
Blu, to oppose those who pedantizs and
those who place words in q row, with a
small demand upon their Judgment or
with a small Judgment to draw upon, to
the sturdy blacksmith, swinging his heavy
hammer, and the mower, sweltering in the
midday sun. is obviously unfair; and it is
strange indeed that such are generally set
over the one against the other. Degrees
of ability and Of application should be
measured in both divisions, so that the
level can be truly ascer,ained. Then we
will abide the verdict.
The analysis Of moods is excellent
study for hours Of reflection. An endea-
vor to review movements to the mind and
of circumstances Of q printed result, may
be called a profitable recreation for the
wise and an impossible one for the foolish.
II our ideas and sentiments are so clear
and well defined, that in calm moments,
alone with IN impartial conscience, we
can trace them through sensible paths to
the point Of origin, we commend ourselves,
enjoy q moderate satisfaction, and we are
anxious to put ourselves again in the same
receptive state, in which 30 much occurred
to US, and in which we could express our
selves with facility. Who has not waited
patiently over an unsoiled or half-flled
sheet Of paper for an inspiration that
never came: None but the babbler, the
action Of whose tongue is an involuntary
or a mechanical operation. Who is
ashamed to have his neighbor know Of
periods when he vainly struggled for the
plainess kind of intellectual CESSATION
striving for a second premise in a syllo-
gism, the third part Of which was foreor-
dained, or hankered desperately for a
fresh thought wherewith TO startf Have
you never felt literally drained CT all ma
tive strength Of %utterancea Who would
read the essays Of those eloquent expec-
torants, to whom time and seasons Of fer
tility are not known. who offer sentences
as they would sell ,apea
!, is q great consolation to be able to lift
ones eyes to the most eminent authors,
and hear them recount their experiences
up the hills Of difficulty. Orators, poets,
philosophers, novelists, when they have
alluded 20 their labors in detail, have
represented that they were incapacitated
for days, when health was good, and the
wish to completes paragraph or a page
was constant. This Is not Natures forced
respite, for the tax is more wearing when
there is a strain with temporary unsuccess.
Tom Moore said that he had "some-
thing on his mind" for two weeks, and
that the result was eight lines in Lalla
| Rookh. It was not the selection OF the
words that troubled him; but, as he
averred, it was the sentiment that
wouldn't come out" SAKE, who will be
recognized as the author Of our caption,
once remarked that, on the birth OF
an exquisite couples Of his, " after a days
drive in the air." he called in mis- wife and
children to congratulate him on his " safe
delivery"
Park Benjamin related an anecdote
which proves that two Of the cleverest
fellows of the quill that ever joined hands
and heads on any one publication in New
York city may be at fault, md that, too,
at a time when their services are most
needed. Benjamin and Greeley were is
suing the Nso World. It was nearly the
hour for their paper to 60 to press, and
both editors happened in at the office at
the same moment. They were informed
that the printers were crying for copy, and
there was mutual surprise that so little
had been written. The associates repaired
to the sanctum, determined to make up for
deficiencies in short order. They had q
desk which inclined on either side, and
they seated themselves facing each other,
ardent for their tasks. Pen and paper
were in readiness waiting, and they were
duly equipped with materials for making
an impression. But not a stroke was
made by either party for full twenty min
utes. There we sat-" said Benjamin,
like 4 couple Of stupid boobies, but we
were too seriously anxious for an idea to
appreciate, at once, the absurdity Of our
position. By and bye the foreman came
IN and made q third starer, but he saw
our dilemma, aud being q kind man, and
not given to rude oashS, as foremen gen.
orally are, he quietly stepped out, and
left US alone in our glory. We peered
intently into one another's faces for Eve or
ten minutes more, when Greeley jumped
up and shufied of his white coat
as if he suspected there was vermin in the
lining. I ventured to say, "Hod, I think
they want some copy Immediately"
"Give 'em some, them" was the sharp and
uncivil rejoinder. ~ bent down over the
desk and held my pen in a threatening
attitude, ready to pounce upon any SEM
blance to q thought or hint Of q subject
that dared to enter the portals Of my era
mum. But not q solitary suggestion
poked its head within the trap 90 carefully
set. I wrote my name with the corrod-
ing instrument Of torture, and then rubbed
out the marks with the little finger Of INV
right hand. was disguised with myself,