Year: 1867

ter'S Ink.


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


And became melancholy because Gus
toners were shy and times hard.


And he said; Lo! L am ruined, and
the sensation is disagreeable.


And my ruin is more painful to bear
because it is slow in progress, even as
water doth gradually become hotter in
the pot wherein the lobster boileth, until
the crustaceous creature shrieketh out his
soul in anguish


Lol 1t is better to be ruined quickly
than to endure this slow torture.


L will give my money away to the poor
man = even the poorest, which is he who
printeth newspapers; and will shut up
my shop, and wrap myself in sack-cloth
of desolation, and pass my days in the
purlieus of broken banks, cursing the
hardness of the times and rending my
garments.


And the bowling of Rome shall be as
dulcet sounding dulcimers, and they who
blow the flutes and instruments of music,
compared to the din L will make in the
ears of the wicked, even in the ears of
the bank directors.


And even as he said so he did; for he
was not like other mems sons who are
foolish and know it not, they will do so
and so, performing that which is con-
trary.


For the sons of men are tickle, and he
that is born of woman doth spite his face
by diminishing the length of the nose
thereof


And, 10! the printer - even he who
publishes newspapers was made glad
by the bounty of him who sold whole
sale and retail; and he did sound his
praises and print them morevor; and did
blow his trumpet of fame respecting his
dealings from the rising of the sun even
to the going down of the same.


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 excellence, and the newness, aud
the beauty, and the cheapness thereof,
till the people yea! all Of them, far
and near were amazed.


And they said, 10! this man hath gath
cred from the east and west costly mer-
chandise and wares of wondrous value :
even the workmanship of cunning arti-
ticers = and we knew it not


Go to, then. We will lay out our sill
yer and gold in those things which the
printer printeth Of and that which he
doth publish shall be ours. For this
mans merchandise is better than the
bank notes of those who promise to pay,
and therein lie, even banks of deposit
which begile US of our money, and swim
die US like SIM


But the trader was still sad, and he
said the money that these people bring
me for the goods in my store / will give
to the printer, and thus | will ruin my
self; | will do that which no man hath
yet done in my time, or before. | will
make the printer man, whom all men
Scorn for mis- poverty, rich, and he shall
be clad IN fine linen and rejoice.


And the sons of men shall meet him
in the market place, and the sheriff shall
shun him, and the scoffers shall be re-
buked and shall take off their hats to
him that was poor.


And he shall flash the dollars in the
eyes of the foolish, and shall eat bank
note sandwiches.


Yea, even shall he light his pipe with
aud cast his spittle on the
boards of other men.


For | shall ruin myself, and he who
advertises me shall enjoy my substance.


But, 10! the trading man = even he
who sold merchandise, became rich, and
even as the unclean beast lieth in the
mire, so stirred he not by reason of much
green backs.


And the people focked to his store
from the North, and from the South, and
from the East, aud from the West.
And the printer rejoiced, and his
q phat" did abound.


But the trader could not become poor,
and his melancholy ceased, and the smiles
Of happiness were upon his face.


And his children did become mighty
in the land by reason of the dollars
which many of the people who read his
advertisements had poured into the ira
der's money bags.


Eight Children at Birth