THE PRINTER.
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Here is good thing. Though OLD TO some
of our readers, il will be read with pleasure,
and profit TOO, may we not hope:


81 pity the printer," said my uncle Toby


sHe's poor creature," rejoined Trim.


"How sop said my uncle.


because, in the first place." continued
the corporal, looking full upon my uncle, "be
cause he must endeavor to please everybody.
In the negligence of the moment, perhaps
small paragraph pops upon him, he hastily
throws it 10 the compostor, il is inserted,
and he is ruined TO all intents and purposes" :"


"Too much the case Trim," said my un-
Gle, with deep sigh, 'too-much-the-
case.


"And please your honor," continued Trim,
elevating bis voice, and striking into an i'm
plorng attitude, ''this is not the whole"


SEQ on said my uncle, feelingly.


"The printer sometimes" pursued the
corporal "hits upon piece that pleases him
nightly; and he thinks that ii cannot but go
down with his subscribers. But, alasl sir,
who can calculate the human mind? He
inserts it, and it is all over with him! They
forgive others, but they cannot forgive the
piiHtSi. lie LIDS LOSl W pltul AOlf oAiA wi :
one sets up for critic. The pretty Miss
exclaims, EWhy don't he give US more poe
try, marriages and bon mots.' away with these
stale pieces.n The politician claps his spec
tacles over his nose, and reads it over in
search of violent invectiVe; lie finds none
takes his specks of, folds them, sticks them
in his pocket, declaring the paper good fol
nothing but to burn. So he goes. Every
one thinks it ought to be printed expressly
for himself, as he is subscriber; and yet
after all this complaining, would you believe
it sr?" said the corporal, clasping his hands
beseechingly, "would you believe, sir, there
are some subscribers who do not hesitate &c
cheat the printer out of his pay Our army
D.. swore terribly in Flanders, but they never
did anything SO bad as thatP'


"Neyern' said my uncle Toby, emphati
cally.