The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1878-08-02
NUMBER 81.
THE EDITORS.
THOSE HAPPY, eUILELEss, PEACEEUI, GE
MAI. SOULS.

The editors of Indiana had a grand re-
union at Lafayette the Otner day, and I
was constrained to stop and Join them, for
verify were they not going to open a keg
of nails and cut melon. Happy, innO-
cent, guileiess men, these editors. How
little they know of the world and its sordid
cares how little they know of its wrang-
ling strifes and its noisy wars how little
they see of its irredeemabie and huctuating
currencies how sublimely, magnificently
seldom do they light upon the combination
Of lis safe lock. Alb, men Of busy, heart
less, money getting world, editions have no
money. We have something better. We
have calm, unmoved and unmovable,
sleeping cOnsciences. that you couldn't
quicken with stroke of lightning. What
a priceless treasure is such conscience.
Journalism is the profession without ieal-
Ousy. ! don't believe there is a profession
in the world so free from jealousy as this
Look at musical people. They are the
worst in the lot. Music hath charms TO
soOth a savage, but il has no power TO
tame the ferocity of people who play, and
sing, and teach it. An opera company,
without black eye is an unbeard Of won
der. All through the opera season the
! frightened air is full of the loud wrang-
lings Of warning tenor and suprauo, con
tialso and basso.-Every mail brings to
our ears the crash of another foOistool
| Christine Nilsson has kicked over. And a
church cboir-why ! never knew but one
! choir that didn't have a chronic row on its
hands dating back as far as the tariff bill.
and more complicated than the Louisiana
| investigation. Aud that one broke up the
| first Sunday. One of the fiiSt indications
| OF a revival in the church is when the So
prano and alto get on speaking terms
with each other. Aud at a musical festi-
| val, did you ever notice how the chorus
stood back and glared at the solo ? 1t is
| awful. But with us there is none of that
| feeling. We love each other. Aud when,
IN the course Of our political duties, as
| standard bearers, we feel cOnst rained To
call esteemed contemporary a ''meas-
| ureless liar he knows we mean business
and il he is a man who will get mad at =
little trivial thing like that he comes over
with club and mashes us, and that is tho
| end of it. We may have occasion to de-
nounce him, in the heat and passion of the
conflict as ''mOral hyena, whose foul
and fostering chops drip gall and aqua for
tbs, mocker and destroyer of the truth,
| upon whose vicious lips the dear, pure
truth, if ever it could spring from heart
50 blackened and stained with crime turns
To ashes and bitterness before it can be ut
tered. We may feel it our duty to call
an esteemed contemporary a s'palierinp
slave to ring of petty tyrants, - IAN un-
principled scOundrel, whose grovelline car
cass, wallowing in the cesspoOl of political
corruption, stepped to his thievish ewes il
abhoTent partisan infamy, pnrsues its
nefarious traffic TO the very shadow Of the
mocking Gallows it has cheated too long -
We get mad at these things sometimes,
dreadful mad, awful mad. Bat We get
over 1t, especially if the other man is the
biggest.
When the jealousy of Union generals
was bringing disgrace aud defeat on the
Union arms in Virginia, the newspaper
correspondents hung together and carried
on the war and won victories and slaupb-
tered rebels by the column, double loaded
brewer. People love us for this unselfish-
ness. Our tranquil lives imprint upon our
faces the beautiful and tender expressi,n
which people always remember So long af
ter they meet an editor, aud which makes
them 90 home sbudderiue, to dream that
very night that the. met a man who had
starved to death, and had erawled out ni
his grave TO steal pretzel and couldn'i
hnd his way back. We eat well and We
don't care at whose expense we dress
well, We sleep well, and we drink-wel
only :olerable, only ble.-BurlfHeto
HaUkeye.