The Republican journal., 1873-02-27
The Woe Of The Newspapers.

Not exactly have the rains descended
and the floods come, but what is a con-
founded sight worse, old mother Nature
has given the earth supply of bed cover
ing altogether too liberal. The letting
| down of nearly two feet of snow coverlid,
when there was abundance before, is
altogether unreasonable on the part of the
ancient dame.
Hard is the fate Of the caterer Of news
when the daily mail is Il thing not to be
| reckoned on; when the accustomed pa-
pers filled with their wealth Of gatherings
and abundance of suggestions, come not
to hand; and when the carefully gathered
and attractively written incidents of the
correspondent fail to connect The COM
| positor leans on his case, and waits for
orders. The empty and yawning copy
box. like the horse-leech's daughter, cries
give. The editor looks mournfully over
! the pile of thrice culled exchanges, and
wonders what in the events of Providence
will transpire to fill the aching void of his
columns. He would even feel resigned
to contlagration, if not too near his own
premises. 1t is his moment of weakness
| for defence against undesirable cores
| pondents. He feels more than ever liable
70 the corruption OF manners that results
from evil communications The senti-
mental young miss who writes badly
rhymed lines on The sorrows of a Snow
Bird might find admission through the
carelessiy guarded gates. The mild fan
attic, ready 10 fill columns in support of his
| theory that cider was the cause of the fall
of Adam and of all his descendants, might
creep in now The sorrowing rhymed
| obituary on the sweet babe that the angels
''to heaven conveyed, and babe it bios
som there" would now plead tor insertion
| with most miraculous tongue.
Solomon was a very shrewd man, and
sets it down as his decided opinion that
''of making many books there is no end
but il he had been in the newspaper bust
| ness. with the railroad under three feet of
snow, and all hands calling for copy, he
would have expressed the opinion that
there might possibly be an end of his
paper "As cold waters to thirsty soul,
SO is good news from far country
which is the same author continued We
are not particular about the distance from
which news is sent, but news from any
where lust now would be acceptable, even
il not OF a nature to cause particular
satisfaction like that OF cold water to
one whose coppers have been heated over
night We wonder if the author of that
popular lyric, The Beautiful Snow, ever
wanted to travel OF waited for the mails
when there was three feet or more of that
substance on all the roads2 If so, he
might have tuned his harp to a different
pitch We should write it something like
this
Oh, the snow, the CHASTITY white snow.
Filling the roads up, four feet or so;
over the trousers into the boots,
Over the fences, see how it scoosi
Sitting,
Drifting,
More and more,
Business obstructine COMPOUNDED bore
Pilng it up where the gals must walk,
Making them wade, with a terrible squawk,
Clinging to CATERS, and carriers and hose,
shiyering snow, till they're almost froze
Oh, the snow, the uncomfortable SNOW.
Full OF the rheumaticS, full of all Woe
ahn in JnIl tpI II
why not wait till you're waned-say?
Once we had mails and news that was prime,
Once we had trains that ran on time:
But now the oxen dragging a trl-
Angle is all the travel we spy
Jerking,
Yanking,
Squealing along,
Pressing he beautiful flakes OF the song
Ioo pious to swear, and unable to leave.
how can we these terrible feelings relieve?
Though blessed with hut little perishing wealth.
,TWould be worth dollar, and good for health,
70 twist the nose. for 4 moment or SO,
Of that humbug the author Of Beautiful Snow
Belfast will he madden than ever now that the
House has concurred with the Senate in allow
ing the Penobscot Bay and River Railroad to
cross below the bridge in that town. Bangor
Commercial.
Belfast may be wrathy, but we won't
feel really alarmed about the building OF
are in the market. When we know that
the President of the Bay and River Road
has gone to Wall street with those securi-
ties, CONSERVATION WiN reign, certainly
The Newburyport Herald poohs at the
ghost which is said to haunt one of the
school-houses of that ancient town. On
the other hand, Miss Perkins continues to
declare that nobody can argue her out Of
the evidence of her own eyes. We pub
fish to-day another statement from her
Meantime committee Of steady going
citizens are investigating the matter For
ourself, we bet on the ghost
The great shire-town fight in Somerset
county has terminated in favor of Show
hogan. The petitioners for a submission
OF the question to the people We're given
to ffty-one Ex-Gov. Coburn is to make
the county gift of g new court house at
Skowhegan.
H. B. Peterson Il Brothers, Philadelphia
have published an illustrated edition of
Beautiful Snow" the poem by j. W.
Watson, which is so universally popular
1t is an elegant work, and will have
great sale. See advertisement
The Augusta Standard relates that Il
colored preacher and exhorter of that city,
detected in shockingly immoral practices
among his flock, has fled to the Penobscot
region.
This Is the way Castine Justice Court
administers justice, freely and without
sale, promptly and without delay" ac-
cording to the American
Thomas Bailey, colored Steward on board the
"Dobbin,' was accused by an indignant fair
eft to IL,