The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1890-03-15

THE COUNTRY EDITOR.

Dub oItAihdIy ioDhih ieiloW5 unto iht Hl-
man eye,
But l think they're acceptable to tile read
or up on high.
rhoy fiji their humble station in this great
world below,
troublin' others to show oil
what they know
They bear liie's heavy burden with never
Sigh nor curse.
But take for consolation the Thought it
might be worse.
We boast Of our great generals and the
men Of long ago,
Who planted the little colonies and help
ed q make them grow;
But aside from old Ben Franklin, whose
name we all revere,
Not . solitary word Of praise ior the ed-
itor we hear.
You'll always find the editor, 10 matter
where You go,
From the presidential mansion down to
the nigger show.
You'll find him at the circus lailiu at
the clown,
Aud he's always at the meetin when the
revival bands aroun'.
Ills is quiet mission, aud be don't make
much ado;
But he's done a powerful sight o. work in
runnin' The State ship thro',
He helped in raisin tho feelin agin old
Englands tax,
Aud when the timg for yalor came, to re-
spond he was not Lax.
lie writ stunnin' leader on indcpend-
ence thought;
Then, shoulderin' his musket, he went to
Tie field and fought
When England tried 10 land her goods,
the editor, OH where was he2
Aboard the English merchantman, firm
out the tea.
When the long war over, and peace to
cur shores had come,
lie lIelped to make the kentry to all OPP
pressed hum.
He helped frame the Constitution that's
stood this many year.
And pointed out grim dangers, to CON
gress not quite clear.
And when tile spirit o war cropped
out in the Sunny South
lie quit written bout the fashion--the
springtime rain OF drouth,
And turned his earnest tentien to savin'
his laad o ours.
And cheerin its droopin' spirits in free
donl's darkest hours.
When Ger the star o Empire takes up her
wcst'ard way,
He packs his little prlntin shop and goes
with her to stay
He settles down al Boomtown right in a
ne, L o wood,
And soon has his press a runn:n a doin'
the settlement good.
lie tells al about tho prospects Of the
"squattersn Tar an near
And what 'normous harvest they're
gatherin' in each year
He speaks, too, of the big potatoes and
pum'kins o mammoth size,
O. the heap o gold they're maxim that.
dazzlin to the eyes
He spends his time in boomin' and draw
in settlers from afar,
Until another west'ard jump is made by
the imperial star.
of course he goes along agin and com
Inences all anew
To whoop- -'er-up, just as before--to hell
the kentry thro'.
l often have been thinkin' when readin
sometimes in doubt
of the "wise men Of the East" who fol
lowed the star about
Ifit wasn't the same star o empire takin
her own western way,
And if them ere weren't the editors VIII,
hit an item that day.
can see him woIlin and toilin' by lamp
light as well as sun,
An doin' each day his duty, until hi
hard race is run.
An methinks the gracious Father, who's
throne is up on high,
VIII take particular pains to have tn
editor close by.
And there the happy harpers will sing
new, new tune;
'Twont be 'syou are delinquent, pleas
call and settle soon"
They'll rejoice tlro' all Eternity and sim
among the blest;
No more will copy trouble them for the.
have earned their rest.
Ed. c. Gottry, in Northwestern Printer
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