Year: 1862

There was once upon time man who
kept store, and sold goods wholesale and
retail.


And he became melancholy, because Gus
toners were shy and times were bad.


And he said, Lo ! am. being ruined, and
the sensation is disagrecahIe:


And my ruin is the more painful to bear,
Because 1t is slow in progress even rs water
doth gradually become hotter in the pot
wherein the lobster boileth until the crust
aceous creature shrieketh out his soul in
anguish.


Lo it is better to be ruined quickly than
to endure this slow torture


will give my money away to the poor
man-cven the poorest, which is he who
printeth newspapers, and Twill shut up shop,
and wrap myself in the sachcloth of desola-
ton, and pass my days in the purlieus of
broken banks, cursing the hardness of the
times. and rending my garments.


And the howlings of Rome shall be as the
dulcet sound of duicimers, and they who
blow flutes and instruments of music, COM
pared with the din will make in the ears Of
the wicked-even in the ears of the bank di-
rectors.


And even as he said, so did he; for he
was not like the other sons of men who are





do SO and so, performing afterwards that
which is contrary.


For the sons Of men are tickle, and he that
is born of woman doth spite his face By d.
minishing the length Of the nose thereon.


And 10! the printer-even he who did
publish newspapers-was made glad by the
bounty of him who sold wholesale and retail;
and he did sound his praises, and did blow
the trumpet of fame concerning the mans
dealings, from the rising of the sun to the
going down thereof


And he-even the printer Of papers-did
magnify and enlarge upon the stock of goods
which. the trader had in his store, and did
publish the variety, and the newness, and the
cheapness thereof, till the people-yea, all Of
them far and near, were am .zed.


And sold, Lo . this man has gathered from
the East and from the West costly merchan-
disc and wares of wondrous value-even the
workmanship of cunning artifcers, and we
knew it not


Go to, then. We will lay out our silver
and our gold in those things which the print
sr printeth of, and that which he doth publish
shall be ours. For this mans merchandise
is better than bank notes of those that prom
Use to pay; and therein lie-evcn banks of
deposit, which beguile US of our money, and
swindie US like sin.


Rut the trader was still sad, and he said
the money that these people bring will give
to the printer, and thus will ruin myself. |
will do that which no man hath done in nv
time or before me. l will make the printing
man whom all scorn for his poverty, rich he
shall rejoice, and the scoffers shall be re-
buked, and take of their hats to him who
was poor.


For will ruin mvself, and he who advcr-
tiseth me shall enjoy my substance.


But 10 the trading man even he who sold
rserchandise-became rich, and even as the
unclean beast lieth in the mire so stirred he
not by reason of much gold


And the people focked to his store from
tho North


And from the South.


And from the East


And from the West


And the printer rejoiced, and his fat
abounded.


But the trader could not become poor, and
bis melancholy ceased, and the smiles of
happiness were on his face


And his children became mighty in the
land, by reason Of the dollars which the pco-
pie who read his advertisements, poured into
the traders money BAG