Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1867-09-27

A WATERS EyPERIEScE WITH PEIS-
TIERS TYPEs.-A local scribler gives the
following account of his early experience
in writing for the papers:
Speaking of typographical errors re-
minds Your correspondent of very dis
gushing incident which marked the com.
Inencement of his literary career. | had
succeeded III a corner III our village news
saper. and was youth unknown to for
tune it is trne but | was$namatcly &C
einanted with Fame all over circle OF two
miles in diameter. lwrote advertisements
and love letters. aud in many instances
completed the work # the measels hy per-
prrtratng poetry to the memory OF dtfuue
infants. But my strong points was ohitu.
ary notices, which | wrote and published
as often as | could find proper subject
until the happening of the incident below
THE AFFLIcTING CIRCUMSTANCE.
A bosom friend of mine looscs his sweet
heart. Death had snatched her fro III his
loving arms, consigned her to the cold
embraces of the grave. The tender SYM
pathies of his friends seemed only to in
crease the fervor of his grief Finally a
call was made upon me for an obituary no
tice worthy of the occasion. With seem
ing reluctance | consented, but inwardlv
deter mined to snrpass al former efforts.
and lay before the community production
that would take them by surprise. After
ravishing libraries Of metaphors and poet
zeal quotations i seated myself to the tack
and arose satisfied.
liz AseESDs THE MOUNT oFFAME.
After adopting King Lesrs, statement
that
death lies on her like an untnely frost,
Upon the fairest flower of ali the field
went in for quantity. | achieved
about column chiefly of adjectives where
in pathos held an unequal conflict with
pathos, and finally wound up as follows:
And on the return of each yernal sea-
son her friends will decorate her last rest.
ing place with odorous flowers, and hallow
her grave with their tears
He Is MURDERED BY A CARELESS PRIN-
TER.
On the morning Of the publication / did
not go down town very early. ! knew
that was to receive many congratulations
and put it it off as some defers good
thing for better enjoyment. When | did
20 observed numerous knots Of village
critics in animated discussion over the pa
er,and further down the street discov-
cred my bereaved friend leaning against a
locust tree with big stick in his hand
Ny heart beat quicker with the pleasing
assurance that was the object of the ex.
element. My heart was right tor once
A disnterested friend stepped up to me and
protiered me the disinteresting advice as
follows;
You had better not go down where Jim
is"
"Why"
because he says he'll wallop you witt,
that stick of hisn.''
What's the matter of Jiml'
Don't know unless he's mad about that
piece about his. What made You spoil it
all by those miserable punsl
"Puns, puns, What do you meanl''
lie handed pape" and judge of my.
horror when read my grandiIoquent and
concluding paragraph ofthat obituary no,
tice. rendered by that usgenerated print
er as follows:
Aud at the return Of each vemal sea
son, her friends will desecrate her last
resting place with odious blowers, and
harrow her grave with the steers.i
did not 80 down to where Jim was
but took the next conveyance leading ou
Of that little old town and have not written
an obituary notice since.