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soNG OF THE EDITOR. 2 7
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5a yasyla5 ad5 By JOHN BROWN. vi a,-t.s-.
..af-o5 Snl Sit! Sit!- SIC. d. ea
From natfn hour fin twilight gloom v.s, r. rg
He's a (" fixture" there in his duskY room r. l.


Away the moments fit, m f.ns al.
And fhe world outside, with joyous din, r
Moves gaily on-but The world within


Is labor and toll. and care
No turn knows he in the weary day
But the turn that shows the pivot's play,
- As he turns in his easy chair!
.'.at- ~ ia a Think Think! Think!
In the Smiths bright forge the FIRE glows, a
But Ihe Smith himself the bellows blows


Uhheard the hammers clinkl r
Not so the fire that lights the brain
OF him who wears the galley chain, a't
~ Or makes the press gang go! ".
He must fash with light, and glow with heat,
With quill in hand his brain must beat


But never indulge blotO, 10 al. r.
.-.'....o,'ao Write Write Write
Tho fancy soar ON tired wing,
She must still her tribute celestial bring,


Nor own weary fight!
And Reasons powers and Mem'ry's store,
Must prove their strength and bring the lore
. Antique, and sage, and mystic 3
For these, TO the uttermost thought and particle,
Must go in to-morrow's Heading artlcle"-


VI argumentAwlt-staiistic !


Lie Lie Lie! IT,.
If he happen 10 be a party hack
He must echo the yell Of the greedy pack,
And shout the demon cry
To Honor'S appeal he must never bark
But aim, ike Death, at shining mark,


As he speeds the poisoH'd dart
And then, wien the battle SO fierce is o'et,
And the victors appoftfon the captur'd store


Their thanks shall be his part
Clip Clip Clip -.
NO "cabbaging" shears his hand doth bold,
But those with which the current gold,


BY lawful right he'll clp,-- ....
The Devil" is goae. but he will not fad
Of prompt return with the "morninR'S mailN--


A basket full Of e1tchdngeS"-
And then the editor opens and skins ..
Accidents-de -diseoveries--whimS-


As over the world he ranges


Paste Paste Paste!
With cdmel's hair brush, broken cup
He gathers the scattered paragraphs up,


And sticks them on in haste!
The " Devil" appears with grin and bow
Please sir they're waitin' for copy now,H


He says, il accents solemn
The foreman thinks he'll soon impose
The outside form with scraps Of prose


And the leader may be a column :"


Pay Pay Pay! ..
The " world" is done work on Saturday night,
And bounds with step of gay delight


To his wife and babes away
But round the Editor, see q score
OF honest jours;'' who tease him sore


And he may moi be unheedful -
Tho bright Is the wit that can funish there.
The means TO relieve them all from care ..-
BY shelling them out the " needful n' ..-