Year: 1874

The sensation Of an editor on first


giancing over his paper and detect.


ing errors IN u are somewhat differ


ent from those experienced by the


reader on making like discoveries.
The latter rs either amused at the
blunder or incensed at the careless


ness which causes it, and in both ca


ses arrives at the conclusion that the


trouble is ayoidable,s. and that the


editor is 70 blame for not avoiding
it.


He never saw an editor taking his
/ first glance over a copy Of the edition.
Perhaps the edition is worked of
when this opportunity is afforded the


weary man He has either trusted


the proofs to some one else, or read


them himself, but the feeling Of dread


is just as great in the latter as in the


former cases. The proof reader may


not consult the copy, and SO perpetu-


ate the blander Of the cOmpOsitor,


and prchaps the compOsitor NAV neg


lect 10 undo the wrong he has done,


although his attention Is plainly


called to II On the proof When


about TO make this preparatory sur


vey the editor does not take his cigar


in his mouth and elevate his heels to
the desk, as Il the popular tradition.


Dying men don't do that way. YOU
know, and we have come TO the con-
clusiOn that an editor examining his
paper feels very much Ike a man
feeling his way across a piece Of
doubtful ice Suddenly his face be-
comes distorted with an awful pain.
He doesn't cry out, be doesn't rant.
The anguish within him is so broad,
and deep. and intense, that he dares
not trust it 20 words. He just sim
ply reaches up and takes a handful Of
his own hair, and tugs at it until the
tears come 10 his eyes Then be
picks up the paper, which he has ia
ken the precaution to kick across the
room on discovering the errors, and
resumes the torturing search; for after
all it is but a search for errors and
agony, and not an agreeable and in
structive perusal. Suddenly he
groans-uot an expectant grOan ike
from one who hopes for help to reach
him through it, but the grOan Of one
who is beyond the reach of hope, who
feels that the warm sunshine, the
Kind glance Of friendship, the beauti-
ful flowers and the song Of the birds
are gone forever and forever from
him 1t is a smOthered grOan, ac-
by n kick out of the leg. as
if the party had in that moment ia
ken an eternal leave Of all things
earthly


There is still another searchwith
aching eyes and throbbing brain, and


hen the paper is smashed down on
he floor, and the infuriated man
bonds up from bis chair, and catches
both hands into his hair, and dances
around like a madman He doesn't
all upon heaven and earth to witness
what be is going to do, and TO blight
lim ifhe should not doit He doesn't
lash into the composing room and
;corch the men with his wrath.
Even this slight relief is denied him.
rhe paper is worked of. and the
scrutiny that would cheerfUlly attack
| needle in a havstack, would fall
,araIyzed before search for the
author Of the great wrong. He
loesn't say anything at all-not a sin
gle intelligible word escapes his ash
N lips, as he holds his hair, and
Frances about in the dingy solitude
# his room. And when he is done
le sits down again and groans, and
afterwards puts on his hat and rush
S forth into the street-rushes any
where TO get away from the face Of
nan, to get away from himself and
.very-thing belonging to himself
Danbury Nelgs.