Lexington advertiser. [volume] (Lexington, Miss.) 1838-187?, 1874-04-03
Peeps from n Printing Office.
BY A TYPO.
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the beautcOus land"

And the beautcOus land"
"Ughw exclaims some would
be.delicate lady-"the very sound
reminds oneE most forcibly Of the
smell Of oil, and we shall hear
nothing now but the clanking Of
machinery and the Clicking Of
type!"
Well, what of that, fair lady ?
True the oil we may use is not
$50 perfulned1as THAT with
which you smoother your ring
let's; but for all that, it has the
same basis-and is applied to a
far nobler purpose. The "clank-
ing of our machinery may not be
pleasant to your over-reiined
taste, but to the true poet it has
sound sweeter even than "tink-
ling of cymbals." The "clicking"
of type may be even disagree
able to you; but we had rather
hear it and cause it, than be pos
sessed of the gilt of a Jenny Lind,
were we to have choice Of the
two.
Ours is a glorious mission fel-
low craftsmen. Princes and po-
tentates own our sway, and there
is no earthly power mightier than
ours. AS we stand up to the
cease" worn and weary, though
we have at least the comfort of
the thought that though we can
not find an acre of Gods earth
that we may call our own
though we are poorly paid and
heavily tasked--though there
may not be one to whom we may
say "Go," or to another "Come,"
though we may well know that
we shall leave no "mighty name"
behind us, with our fame blazon-
ed on history's page and sculp-
tured in marble-yet we are as
sured that our "works shall not
perish" Long after we shall
have been laid beneath the sod
the "still, small voices" with
which we have spoken will 60 on
with their mighty work, accom-
plishing the good which we have
sought while living.-With our
%mallet" we are driving home
"wedges" that shall in time over
turn principalities and powers"
With "shooling irons" of more
effect than "Sharpe's Rifles" or
"Colt's Revolvers," we march to
the battle against Wrong, far
more sure of victory than they
who WELD the sword.
Oltentimes as we have stood at
our cease" merrily ''sticking" the
magical strips of metal which
seemed as things of life under
our fingers, we have "laugheG in
our sleeve" as we thought how
many would be anXiously watch
ing for the result of our labors-
how many hopes and tears hung
on the mere ipse dixit Of the
types-how much the "leading
men" and "frst writer's" of our
day are indebted to the humble
but none the less valuable labors
of the type. And again our heart
would grow sad as we thought Of
those to whom we should be the
bearers of evil tidings. How
many of those who read the dol
orous headings-"Dreadfu Dis.
asterw Fearful Railroad Acct.
dent and Great loss Of life !" &C.,
are untouched by the sad news {?
70 many and many home do we
thus convey the sad intelligence,
and as we do so, there swells up
in our heart prayer for the
"loved ones left behind" and a
hymn of thanksgiving that we
were not Of those who were so
suddenly and so fearfully launch
ed into eternity.
But we have higher and
nobler mission than that OF mere
messengers. Printers are EN-
phatically the Reformers Of the
age in which they live. In these
dirty rooms where few but me-
chanical sounds are heard, a busy
work of mind is going on. Those
rough looking men standing by
their cases are even now perhaps
giving to the world their own
great and noble thoughts--spvak
ing with metallic tongues, words
that will cheer some tellow-w work.
er, or spur up some dreamer to
works he never thought himself
capable of-sowing seed by the
wayside that in time will spring
up and bear "good fruit, even an
hundred fold"-planting a vine
that shall at some future day
shelter the weary Pilgrim on
lite's journey-striking a rock
from whence shall gush fount-
ain of pure water, refreshing to
many faint and disheartened
Genizen OF this cold world Of
ours. No "new measure" is pro-
posed no new principle in
Science, Art, Politics or Mechan-
les, is promulgated--but these
husy Printers-these ready Think.