Year: 1862

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


! And he became melancholy because
customers were shv and times were bad
l.. And he said, Lo! | am being ruined,
and the sensation is disagreeable.


And my ruin is the more painful to
! bear, because it is slow in progress even
as water doth gradually become hotter in
the pot wherein the lobster hoileth, until
the crustaceous creature shriekcth 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-even to she poorest, which is he
who printcth newspapers, and will shut
up shop, and wrap myself in the sack
cloth of deSoIation, and pass my days in
the perlieus of broken banks, curSing the
hardness Of the times. and rcnding my
garments,


| And the howlings of Rome shall be as
the dulcet sound of dulcimcrs, compared
with the din ! shall make in the ears of
the wicked-even in the cars of the bank
directors.


And even as he said, so did he; for he
was not like the other sons of men who
are foolish and know it not, and say they
will do 50 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 diminishing the length Of the nose
thereon.


And 10! the printer-cven 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
blow the trumpet of fame concerning the
mans dealings, from the rising of the sun
to the going down thereof


And he-cven 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 new
ness, and the cheapncSs thereof, till the
people-yea, all of them, far and near,
/ were amazed.


And said, Lo! this man has gathered
from the East and from the West costly
merchandise and wares Of wondrOus val
ue-even the workmanship OF cunning
ariiticers, and we knew it not.


Go to, then. We will lay out our sill
yer and our 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 that promise TO pay
and therein lie-even banks of deposit,
which beguiie us Of our money, and swim,
die us like sin.


But the trader was still sad, and he
said-The money that these people bring
will give to the printer, and thus will
ruin myself Iwll do that which no mar
hath done in my time before me. vii
make the printer, whom all Scorn for hi.
poverty, rich he shall rejoice, and tho
scoiterS shall be rcbuked, and take OF
their hats to him who was poor.


For will ruin myself, aud he who ad
vertiseth me shall enjoy my substance.


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


And the people iocked to his stor,
from the North


And from the South


And from the East! @.....


And from the West ..,.s---


And the printer rejoiced, and his ia
abounded.


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


And his children became mighty in tn
land, by reason of the dollars which tn
people who read his advertisements pour
ed into the traders money bag.