The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1871-10-14
Donalosunbllle Cblrf
The Editor.
BY WILL NJ. CARLETON

BY WILL NJ. CARLETON
The Editor sat in his sanetnm, his iGunten-
ance furrowed with care,
His mind at the bottom of business, mis- feet
at the top of chair,
His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right
hand uphalding his head,
His eyes on his dusty old table, with differ
ent documents spread;
There were thirty long pages from Howler,
with underlined capitals topped,
and a short disq4istion from GROWER, re-
questing his newspaper stopped;
There We're lyrics from Gusher, the poet, con-
corning sweet howrets and zephyrs,,
and stray gem from PIodder, the farmer,
describing couple of heifers;
There were billets from beautiful maidens,
and bills from grocer or two,
And his best leader hitehed to letter. which
inquired if he wrote it, or who
There were raptures of praises from writers
of the smooth and mellihuous school,
and one of his rivals last papers, informing
him he was a fool
There were several long resolutions, with
names telling who they were by,
Eanonizipg some harmless old brother who
had done nothing worse than to die.
There were traps on that table to catch him,
and serpents to sting and to spite him;
There were gift enterprises to sell him, and
bitters attempting to bite him
city, and money with never one,
Which added, Please give this insertion,
and send in your bill ache't you're done =
There were letters from organizatlons-thelr
meetings, their wants and their laws
Which said, Can you print this announce
ment for the good of our glorious cause !! F"
There were tickets inviting his presence to
festivals, parties and shows,
Wrapped in notes, IS Please give lis notice,
demurely slipped in at the close;
in short, as his eye took the table, and ran
DER its ink-spattered trash,
There was nothing it did not encounter, ex-
cepting perhaps it was cash.
The editor dreamily pondereG on several pom
derous things,
On different lines of action. anu pulling OF
different strings;
Upon some equivocal doings, and some un-
equivocal duns
On how few of his numerous patrons were
quietly prompt paying ones;
On friends who subscribed just 10 help
him." and wordy encouragement lent,
and had given him plenty of counsel, but
never had paid him a cent;
On vinegar kind-hearted people were feeding
him every hour,
Who saw not the work they were doing. but
wondered that printers are sour"
On several intelligent townsmen, whose kind
ness was so without stint,
That they kept an eye on his business, and
told him just what he should print
On men who had rendered him favors, aIo
never pushed forward their claims
So long as the paper was crowded with 10
cal containing their names;
On various other small matters, sufficient
\ his temper to roll,
Il And finally contrived to be making the BLOOD
of an editor boil.
And SO one may see that his feelings coult
hardly be said to be smooth,
And he needed some pleasant occurrence hi
awakened emotions to soothe;
And it's thus in cur noble profession, an,
thus it will ever be still,
There are some who appreciate its labor, an'
some who perhaps never will,
But in the great time that is coming, whel
Gabrieis trumpet shall sound,
And they who have labored and rested shal
come from the quivering ground
WheR they who have striven and suffered t
teach and ennoble the race,
Shall march ut the front of the column, eac
one in his God-giyen place
As they pass through the gates of The Cit
with proud and victorious tread
The Editor, Printer and g Devil" will trave
not far from the head.