Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1867-01-21
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"The world'sastaRe, and man has Seven Ages"
SO Shakespeare wrote King of dramatic ssges;
The poem you'll find in his lyric fms, ~
But don't think it's hGy so good as mine is;
Yet you shall Judge, and, as read these pages
Say which is best, his ines-my Printers Seven
sH Ages" n ~v o. ~ 2 syN ~ u fh
At first tho "deyil'' smeared with printing ink.
Rolling the forms that teach world to think; "
With paper cap on head, and black near either eye,
True to his name. he dabbles first in Iye. I
And then the 'cub,"who, big with knowledge grown,
Mounted on box, like Emperor on his throne,
First Grasps his stick. and leaning DER his cases,
Learns where the letters arc and where thespaces:
Withina month he'll talk, or twill be very odd
Most learnedly of difference 'twixt two or three en-
quad.
And next as jour--a UNION man at that ii. :.
He enters on the struggle for the take that's fat
For in our own, as in all v0cati0ns,
Whether making shoes or in saving nations.
Each makes for sci leach tries to get the best
And never gives a thought or care for all the rest.
In world or Office fortunes fayOrs scattered,
One mans like bran new type, another's badly
One gets ali the fiat" another gets on Ikea aq
Chap with regular sit setting solid piea;"1
The one ha, little care, all things work smooth and
TOtheT worn out. badly battered Ct only for ''tho
hell" ,. .
Perhaps our jour as signing lover shows
His high appreciation Of the JOY that flows
From life Of welded bliss. and often signs, t,3-1
When viewing her sweet face, her modest, downcast
"In matrimonial stream I'll drown my cares,
Find shirts with buttons on, and trowsers without
All. let him pause whilst thus his fancy sports,
See if his case will stand srun on small CAP sorts
Though brimming full his cup Of Joy may be. n
His right TO- starve wife as good as that OF any he
Yet woes viii come (and babies, too. fear.)
Aud all his "two-line' joys may shrivel to " Bro
Vier.''
And. then, as foreman weary and alone,
Making up FORMS behold him at the stone.
Rarely, very rarely, from his labor has he ceased
Till the y-fugered morn parts the curtains of the
To let the d,ylight smile on city soundly sleeping
Our. topographic friend alone his ceasslesS vigil
Numerous small cares" too numerous to mon
Both day and night demand his close attention.
With sponge in hand, and pen behind his ear, sr,,
He mends this pi Or proves q galley there n J.
Provides another take for hand :. frat out;"
Looks, as he ,es from one to t,other alley
Il ads. hand" needs hell 70 fl his galley ~
If Hank has "Garibalds troops defeated"
Each article must meet his careful gaze
Aud thus, half servant and half boss, his part he
Perhaps an editor we find him next,
Damned by the sterner, blamed by fairer sex.
One wants more politics. more rhyme some other;
Pshsw what paper p cries the 6orroiciso bore,
"rheres not line but what I've read before ~
Alternating to please all he pleases mono,
And ere his papers soing7-iti Is gone. ,enTfer q
The sixth age shifts the trsmping jOur--aat broke
Completely "out OF sorts. and almost out Of hope
H sSTSSS sF sGd S sSdT e throat.
His youthful tile, well saVed."is napless now and
Showing the big bends got on the last big bondOr;
"a aIaawu koo O. nah ha
And, wearing little leather. is not plagued with
corns. ,.rf4..f.
/" Last scene Of al that ends this history ic tl@
Solves for our printer life's great mystery.
With joyous greeting he now welcomes Death; %
With ut mdrmrr renders up his breath. = E,i
Fraternal typos at his bedside are. ',f ritV
Ready 10 render each his kindest care; : saiitrA
And, when his body TO the grave has gone.
Rear DER his 'manesthe ,impnslng stonee
Or " solid column, which shall tell,
After life's fever he sleeps well. a
No more shall copy bad his brain perplex. ~
Nor outs, n T doublets, transpositiOn. vex; Ny
No more shall rack his frame the. constructive
He's now revised, corrected, and worked oft (gSA
oh. when tho glad trump shall bid him rise. wv
With angels he shall : frisket TO tho skies.
Brothers. my task is done. My limping muse s
Would beg fsyor. Can you now refuse
To look upon her work with lenient eye,,
And kindly pass her imperfeJti0ns byT'
Long may we meet in bl0therly communion ),
Firm in urcause--true 10 our Union. n aAt
1th,, TIE Local Reportsr-A man Of most csps-
cious nav; whose Appetites run to the horrible;
who loves 'horid murder, delights in dreadful
burgl ries. and gloats over the details Of most
suspicious circumstance" The Printers' Right
BoWef--may his copy always be fat"
Mr.. w. H. Busbey, ofthe Journal, respond
ed substantially as follows: lf es91 9a l
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