THE PRINTER.-sI pit,
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THE PRINTER--'I pity
the printer, said my uncle Toby.


lies a poor creaturc,' re-
joined Trim.


How SOP said my uncle.


because, in the first place,
continued the corporal, looking
full upon ny uncle, because he
must endeayor to please every
body. In the negligence Of a mo-
ment, perhaps a small paragraph
pops upon him, he hastily throws
it to the compositor, it is inserted
and he is ruined to all intents
and purposes


"i'oo much the case, Trim, =
said nv uacIe with deep sigh
observation-disclosures


and please your honor,' con
tinued Trim, eIeyating his voice
and striking into an imploring
attitude, this IS not the whole


60 on, Trlm,' said my uac'e
feelingly.


The printer sometimes pur-
sued the corporal, hits upon 9
piece that pIeases him nightly
and he thinks that it cannot bu
90 down with his subscribers
Blu alas! sir, who can calculate
the human mind! He inserts j
and all is over with him. They
forgive others, but they canno
forgive tho printer. He has !;
host to print for, and every on'
sets up for a critic. The prett.
Hiss excIaims, 'Whydont he give
us more poetry. marriages, ant
bon mots!-away with thes'
stale pieces The politician clap
his specks over his nose. an'
reads it over in search of a vIo
lent invectiye; he finds none
takes his spccks off, folds them
sticks them into his pocket, de
} claring the paper good for moth
| ing bat to burn So he goe:
]. Every one thinks it ought to b
printed expressly for himself. a
| he is a subscriber; and yet, afte
l all this complaining, would yo
believe it, sir?' said the corpora
t cIasping his hands beseechlngI,
r would you believe sir, there al