The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1874-03-20
~ EDrToR.s SENSATIONS.

The sensation of an editor on first glanC-
inr over his paper and detecting errors in
if are somewhat different from those cEpe-
rfsuced by the reader on making like dis
covey5es. The latter is either amused at
the blunder oT inCensed at the carcleSsneSs
which causes it, and in both cases arrives
at the conclusion that the trouble is avoid
able, and that the editor Is to blame for
not avoiding it.
He never saw an editor taking his first
glance over a copy of the edition. Perhaps
the edition is worked off when this oppOr-
tUuity is afforded the weary man. He has
either trusted the proofs to some one else,
or read them himself but the feeling of
dread is Just as great in the latter as in the
former case. The proof reader may not
consult the copy, and so perpetuate the
blunder of the compoSitor, and perhaps
the compositor may neglect to undo the
wrong he has done, although his attention
is plainly called to it on the proof. When
about to make this pre- paTatoTy survey the
editor does not take his cigar III his mouth
and elevate hls heels to the desk, as is the
popular tradition. Dying men don't do
That way. you know, and we have come 10
the conclusion that an editor examining
his paper feels very much like man feel
ing his way across a doubtful piece of ice.
Suddenly his face becomes distorted with
an aw ful pain. lie doesn't cry out, he
doesn't rant The anguish within him is
so broad and deep, and intense, that he
darcs not trust it to words. lie inst SIM
ply reaches up and takes a handful OF his
own hair, and tngs at it until the tears come
to his eyes. Then lie picks up the paper,
which he has taken the Prccauticn to kicl,
across the room OH discovering the errors,
and resumes the toIturing search for after
all il is but Il search for errors and agony,
and not an agreeable aud instructive peru
sal. Suddenly he Groans-u0t an expect
an groau like from one who hopes for help
to reach him through it, but the CTuan Of
one who IS beyond the reach Of hope, who
feels that the warm sunshine. tie kind
glance of friendship, the beautiful flowers
and the song Of the binds are gone forever
and forever from him. 1t is snOthcriug
grOaH, accompanied - kick out of the
leg, as if the party had in that moment
taken an eternal leave of all things earthly
There is still another search with aching
eyes and tErObbing brain, and then the
paper is smashed down on the floor, and
tlIe infatuated man bounds up from his
chair, and catches both hands into his hair
and dances around like madman. He
doesn't call upon heaven ard earth to wit
ness what he is going to do, and to blight
him if he should not do it. He doesn't
dash into the composing room and scoTch
the men with his wrath. Even this slight
Iellet IS dehien MN. re paper IS work
ed of, and the scrutiny that would cheer
fully attack a needle in a haystack, would
fall Paralyzed before search for the author
Of the great wrong. lie doesn't say any
thing at all--nOt Il single Ineligible word
escapes his asheu lips, as he holds his hair
and prauccs about in the dingy solitude Of
his room. And when he is do2e lie sits
down again and groans, and afterwards
puts on his hat and rushes forth into The
street-rushes anywhere to get away from
the face of man, 20 get away from himself
and everything belonging to himself
DauJuFg Nelos.