The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1872-11-06

fs has bean said by some harassed editor,
Wh6se sfffect ION 81 she aiintor or the case
wos not aaenched, .ailennnoya he had
been subjected to. and who brought bit Of
sarcasn, 10 ilts aid. that there was probably
not man lie the world but thoughShe could
edit the paper better than the one engaged In
the task. ~ =.
Aprop5s to this, there are few OF our anna
terr authors who do not consider themselves
half-f1edged Longellows, Tennysons, Whit
tiers, and Haw thornes, whom cruel, unap-
preciatinS world is booming TO an obscurity
as unjust as 1t is CALLING. II this be pitiabie.
| what shall be said of that other numerous
class who think that they can write book
with the ease that they can spade up the
onion-patch Of the garden, OF reef the main
s Ill of Nova Scotia fishing schooner!
One afternoon not long ago. as one OF our
best-known and most genial Boston publish
rs was sitting in his !" den," in the back at
of his store. he was suddenly confronted by
a sincuar-looking genius fully six feet tall
with An undeniably red head, sandy COM
pleyion. and face whose freckles were GER
taiply subject Of study. He was lank and
| uncouth to the last degree, and his limbs
seemed awkwardly put on and continually
| in the way. In addition to the freckles on
bis face, It was further "ornamented" by a
| coarse. fuzzy growth of scattering beard that
| could only be likened.to the sase-buSh OF the
western plains, or the rough, scattering
growth to be met with on the sandy wastes
| Of the Cape, Of which place, as II soon tiaii-
spired, he was native.
| Our publisher, not being busy at 'hat par,
tic,,Iar moment, and being good-natur urea
| froro concentrating recent successful VeH-
turn in the literary world. was disposed TO
he unavoidable. and accordingly the Nl=itor
hcgan 10 talk business at once.
81 say. Squire WhatS-your-name," he
s,id leaning back in his chair, and stretch
inc his monstrous legs clear across the little
room, "Fvc come in to sec you about gettil'
| Il book published"
"Ah - aspirated the publisher, seeing he
had met genuine "charactcr." "for some
friend of yours Z"
"No, stree. Dobw giving his hat shove
farther on tic back part OF his head. "For
me, myself"
ooh. indeed" with bit Of surprise he
could not conceal, und AL eXpectunt Twinkle
IN his eve in anticipation of what he felt was
coming. "Wilat is the name OF your Dook -
"Tne maine! Thunder and Moses 1t amt
writ YETI
"Wen, what did YOU think OF writing
about"
"Don't know that, nuther. What do you
think ID be good suhicct?"
"Ob, ANYTHING that You are familiar with
end can write knowingly about.
"Wai. IL Granny Darrell said when went
IN sea the first time--shc rs WAS
"Oh!" interrupted The publisher, "you
ave been to scar I"
You bet That's what Eve been doing
all nv lite-runnng a tiShiug-schooncr; and
! thought rs how I'd like to change, and
write books for Il living"
"Why don't you write a sea story, them"
"No: Pye got tired Of that, and want to
| get rid of the hull thing"
"WcIi, my friend. think the matter over,
select your subject, write carefully, pay par
tic,Iar attention to grammar, and
"What grammar! does fellow have TO
| know grammar TO write bookS:'
&c, rtanlv."
"Wal. stranger. guess / wonI>s stop any
longer to-day, then. didn't s'rose Il ieller'd
! have to know anything bout grammar to
| write hooks. Why, don't know noun
| from Il Sunti>h.'
And he stalkcd out of the store with pc
cuIar look of mingled dignity and awkward
resignation.
This same gentleman tells characteristic
story of Il lady who one day entered the store
and asked about what terms and arrange
mcnts were made with authors. saying she
was the author Of little poem which we
shall not name, and which has had wide
ANONYMOUS circulation il the papers, adding
that she had small collection her friends
had often advised her TO publish, and she
thought she might bring them in some time
| tie publishers thought it woith while.
T lev did think so, and urged her TO do so,
but have never seen her since. Probably
the ordeal of having Judgment passed was
too much for her sensitive nature; and the
probabilities were that she Ind the manu-
scrirt with her when she entered The store,
and could not muster sufficient courage to