The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1875-03-03
Sensations OF an Editor.
IS rUBI.iSHEp WEEKLY by

The SENSATIONS of an editor on first
glanclng over his paper and detecting
errors in it arc somewhat different
from those experienced by tho reader
u,i making like discoveries. The lat
ter is either amused at the blunder
or incensed at the carclessness which
causes II, and III both cases arrives at
the conclusion that the trouble is
avoidable, and that the editor is to
blame for not avoiding it. He never
saw an editor take his fret glance over
n copy Of the edition. Perhaps the
edition is worked off when this op.
rortuui'y is afforded the weary man.
lie has either trusted the proofs to
some one else, or read them himself !;
but the feeling Of dread is Just as
great in tho latter as in the former
case. The proof reader may not con-
suit the cory and SO perpetuate the
plumbers Of the cnmpositors, and per.
h"r' the compositor may neg Icct to
undo the wrong he has done, although
his attention Is plainly called to it on
t"c proof.
When about to take this prepare
to,j su'Hey, the editor does; uot take
cigar in his mouth aud elevate his
lecls to the desk, rs in tho popular
tradition. Dying men dqn't do that
way, you know, and We have come
TO the conclusion that an editor eX-
am,nlns his paper feels very III UGH
like man who is about to puss into
eternity. HIS reads along carefully
and slowly, like man feeling his
way across piece Of doubtful ice.
Suddenly his face lcomese dist torted
wi,i an awful pa,u. II, doesn't
cry ont-he doesu't ,ant., The
anguish within him Is so broad and
in.ei'se hat he darcs not trust it to
worda. He just simply reaches up
and takes handful Of his own. hair,
and tugs at it until t @ tears come in
lis eyes. Then he picks up the pa
per which he has take the prccaution
TO kick across the loom on discover.
ing the error, and resumes the tor
turing search :; for after all it is but
search for .erroIS and agony, and
not all agreeable and instructive Pc
rusal.
Suddenly he g"oans-not an ex-
pcctant grown, ao from one who
hopes FOR hclp to reach h i'm through
it, but the groan Of one who is bc
vond the reach Of hope, who. feels
t .at the warm sunshine, the kiud
glance of f,ieudship, the beautiful!
flowers, AMI tha song Of birds ale
gone fo. ever anI forever from him.
1t is Il smothcrcd gruan, followed by
a kick out Of the leg, as if tho party
na' ~ hat moment taken al eternal
leave Of all earthly things.
There is still another search with
aching eyes and tn, obbing brain, and
,hrn the paper is smashed down on
the floor, and the inIuiiltcd man
bounds up fr.m his chair, and catches
both l.. nds in his halr and dances
arouLd Ike a madman. He doesn't,
call upon heaven and earth to witness
what he is going to do, and to blight
him il he should not do it. lie
duesI.'t dash intu tho composing room
aid sc,rch the men with his wrath.
Even this slight relief is denied him.
The paper is worked off, and the
SCRUTINY that would chcerfully attack
ii needle in IL huystack would fall
paralyzcd before u search for the
uuthor of the great wong. lie
doesn't say any thing at an-uot II
angle intolTlGible word escapes his
ashcn lips, as he holds his hair and
pran;os about ii the dingy solitude
IT is room. And when he is done,
lie sits down again and groans, aud
tvrwalds put Oh his hat and rushes
forth into the strcet--rnshes any;,
where TO get uway from the face. Of
man, to get nway from himself aud
everything belonging to himself.
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Cotton.