The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1871-08-23

And Sam smashed his nose at shoot
in and so he is laid on the shelf.
The rest of the boys are all GROWN,
'cept this little runt, which is Jim
And thought that perhaps I'd be
maxim an editor outen % him.
"He amt no great shakes for to labor
though I've labored with hin.-s good
deal,
And give him some strappin' good ar
| gument L knew he couldn't help but
to feel;
But he's built out of second class tim.
ber, and nothin' about him is big,
Exceptin' his appetite, only. and there
he's us good as pig
l keep him a carryin' luncheons, and
filing and bringin' the jugs,
And take him among the pertatoes,
and set him to pinchin' the bugs;
And then there is things to be duin'
a-helI in the women indoors,
There's churnin' and washin' Of dish
es. and other descriptions Of chores.
But he don't take to nothin' but Wit
uals, and he'll never be much I'm
afraid,
So 1 thought it would be a good no.
lion to learn him the editors trade.
His body's too small for farmer, his
judgement is rather too slim,
But thought we perhaps could be
maxim an editor outen o him.
at amt much to get up a paper-it
wouldn't take him long for to learn,
He could feed the machine, 1 am think
in with some good strappin' fellow
to turn,
And things that was once hard in do
in is easy enough uo,U to do !;
Just keep an eye op your machinery
and crack our arguments through.
1 used for to wonder at readin', and
when it was got up, and how;
But It's most of it made by machinery
Il can see it all plain enough, now.
And poetry, too, is constructed by ma
chinery of different designs,
Each one with a guage and chopper to
see to the length Of the lines
And L hear that New York clairvoy-
ant is runnin' one sleeker than
grease,
And renti,a' her heaven born produc
tions Mt couple OF dollars apiece
AM since the whole trade has growed
easy, 'twould be easy enough, I've
whim,
If you was agreed, to be maxim an
editor outen O jim"
The editor sat in his sanctum, and
looked the old man in the eye,
Then glanced at the grinning young
hopeful, and mournfully made his
reply:
is your son small unbound edition
of Moses and Solomon both?
Can he compass his spirit with meek
ness, and strangle natural oath?
Can he leave all his wrong to the flu
ture, and carry his heart in his
cheek ?
Can he do an hours work in a min
ute, and live on six-pence a week?
Can he courteously talk to on equal,
and brow beat an impudent Ounce?
Can he keep things in apple pie order,
and do half doz n at once?
Can he press all the springs of knowl-
edge, with quick and reliable touch,
And he sure that he knows how much
to know, and kno,us how not to know
too much ?
Does he know how to spur up his vir-
tue, and put a check rein on his
pride?
Can he carry n gentieman's manners,
within a rhinoceros hide?
Can he know all, and be all, with
cheerfulness, endurance and vim?
If so, we perhaps can be making an
editor outen of him.
The farmer stood curiously listening,
while wonder his visage o'erspread
And he said, Jim, guess we'll be
goin' he's probably out of his
head"
But 10! on the rickety staircase,
another reliable tread,
And entered another old farmer, and
these are the words that he said
''Good morning, sir, Mr.. Editor; how
is the folks, to-day?
owe you Tor the next years paper,
thought I'd come in and pay.
And Jones is goin' to take it, and
this is his money, here;
Shut down on lendin' it to him, and
then coaxed him to try it year.
And here is a few little items, that
happened last week, il our town;
[ thought they'd look good for the pa !
per. and so just jotted 'em down,
And here is a basket of cherries my /
wife picked expressly ior you; /
And a small bunch Of flowers from
Jenne she thought she must send
somethin', too
Your doin' the politics bully, as all OF
our family agree;
Just keep your old goose-quill flop
pin, and give 'em a good one for me.
And now you are chuck full of busi-
ness, and won't be takin your time;
I've things of my own must tend to
good day, sir; 1 b'lieYe l will
climb"
The Editor sat in his sanctum, and
brought down his fist with a thump;
God bless that old farmer" he NUT
tered, hes regular, jolly old
trump"
And tits thus with our noble profess
fession, and thus it will ever be
still;
There are some who appreciate its la
Dor and some who perhaps never
will.
But in the great time that is coming,
when Gabriel's trumpet shall sound,
nd they who have lahnred and rest