The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1878-08-09
TIE EDITORS.
THOSE HAPPY, eUIaELEss, PEACEFUL. aE-
NAL SOULS.

The editors of Indiana had grand re-
union. at Lafayette yesterday, and I was
constrained to stop and join them, for verify
were they not going to open keR of nails
and cut a melon. Happy, innocent. guile
less men, these editors. How little they
know of the world and it's sordid cares
how little they know of its wranaling strifes
and noisy ways; how little they see of its
irredeemable and fuctuatipg currencies ;
how sublimely, magnifcently seldom do
they light upon the combination of its safe
lock. All, men of the busy, heartless,
money getting world, editors have no
money. We have something better. We
have
CALM, uNMoyED AND UNMovABEE, SLEEP
.= ING CoNseIENcEs,
That you couldn't quicken with q stroke of
lightning. What priceless treasure is
such conscience. Truly Journal
ism is tho profession without jealousy. l
don't believe there is 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 soothe a
savage, but it has no power to tame the fe-
rocity of people who play, and sing, and
teach it. An opera company without a
black eye is an unheard of wonder. All
through the opera season the frightened arr
is full of the loud wranglings Of warning
tenor and soprano, eontralto and basso
Every mail brings to our ears the crash Of
another footstool Christine Nilsson has
Kicked oyer. And church choir-why, I
never knew but one choir that didn't have
chronic row on it's hands dating back as
far as the tariff bill, and more complicated
than the Louisiana investigation. And that
one broke up the first Sunday. One of the
first indications of revival in the church
ia when the soprano and alto get On speak
ing terms with each other. And at mu-
sical festival, did you ever notice how the
chorus stood back and glared at the solo
It is awful. But with us there is none of
that feeling.
WE LOVE EACH rOTHER.
And when in the course of our political
duties as standard bearers, we feel con-
strained to call an esteemed contemporary
measureless liar" he knows we mean
business, and if 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 the end OF it. We may have occa-
sion to denounce him, in the heat and pas
sion of the conflict. as ''mora1 hyena,
whose foul and fostering chops drip gall and
aqua fortis, mocker and destroyer of the
truth, upon whose vicious lips the dear,
pure truth, if it ever could spring from a
heart so blackened and stained with crime
turns to ashes and bitterness before it can
be uttered" We may feel it our duty to
call an esteemed contemporary "palter-
ing slave to ring of petty tyrants,'' San
uuprincipled sconndrel, whose grovelling
carcass, wallowing in the cesspool OF polit-
ical corruption, stepped to his thievish eyes
in abhorrent. partisan infamy, pursues its
nefarious traffic to the very shadow Of the
mocking gallows it has cheated too long,
We get mad at these things. f.
SOMETIMES, DREADFUL MAD -
Awful mad. But We get over it, especially
if the other man is the biggest. ii
When the jealousy Of Union Generals
was bringing disgrace and defeat on the
Union arms in Virginia, the newspaper cor
hung together and carried on
the war and won victories and slaughtered
people by the column, double-leaded bre-
vier. People love US orthls unseifishness.
Our tranquil lives imprint upon our faces
the beautiful and tender expression which
people always remember so long after they
meet an editor. and which makes them
go home shuddering, to dream that very
night that they met man who had starved
to death, and had crawled out of his grave
to steal pretzel and couldn't find his way
back. We eat we'll, and we don't care at
whose expense we dress, well, we sleep
we'll, and We drink-well, only tolerable,
only tolerable. Burlington Hasokeys.
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