{"newspaper_name": "The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}

mornings lounge in the printing office, and
he will learn more than he would in fort
nights poring over his dusty, wormeaten
volumes. love to secure quiet nook. and,
with newspaper before me. peep out to
observe the motley assemblage who flock to-
gether to present their advertisements, find
fault with the editor or printer, hear the lat
est news, make their sage remarks, and
"spil their judgements OH the political at
fairs of this mundane sphere.


In comes Mr.. Dry Goods, with request
that blunder, the printer had made in pub
fishing an advertisement of his the day be-
fore, by substituting chintz for cheese, maxi
ing it read, Ga quantity of chintz from one of
the first daires in the country" might be
corrected. The compositor was called, the
manuscript was produced, and found print
ed verbatim, and Mr.. Dry Gonds hastily left
the office to correct his own mistakes.
Mr.. Vinegar Cruet, the village grocer,
wished that "smoked herrngs" might be put
in capitals, as he wished to draw the atten-
ton of the public to that article.
A Young gentleman entered and handed a
small Jacket of papers to the editor, and left
the office. His manner plainly enough indl-
Gated that he belonged to the class Of oilers
who contribute their mite to the ephemeral
columns of the day.


"Mr. Editor,'' said fat old fellow who sat
wheeling in his easy chair, ''you give too
much room to such idle fellows; who. cares
for their literature and their essays? had
rather read debate in congress, or our le-
gislature, than all the literary trash which
the whole tribe of scribblers can produce in
a year"


"Perhaps, Mr.. Grumblcgumption, it may
as ..,.I H., tr
recollcct there are numerous persons who
patron;ze paper merely for the miscellane-
GUS articles it contains, and who rarely, if
ever, look at congressional debate; and we
caterers for the public must consult the in
clinaton and taste of all, so far as is consist
ent with the paramount obligations we owe
to society,""


"But tell you," interrupted Grumble-
rumption, "that no advantage whatever is
derived from all the tales. essays and poetry
which the present generation has produced
the only'-


'.Mr. Editor" said young lady who had
that moment entered, "wil you please to
hand me your last paper, containing the prize
essay of the Dream of Love- from the New
| York Mirror


| 1t was given her, and with a smile and a
/ look, which would not have exchanged for
all the congressional debates in the universe,
Gtumble to boot. she retired.


"There," continued he, "such are the
persons for whom you exclude the wisdom of
sages, and the researches of our legislative
halls"


| pedar of combs, buttons, needles,
&c inquired for paper--one was handed
him, and, turning it over, said his object in
calling was to examine the bank note ex-
change, but was surprised to find it cxclud-
ed, when it was so particularly necessary
for gentlemen engaged in trade. Hc was re-
ferred to the city papers for the information
necessary to determine the character of the
two dollar bill he held in his hand, and turn
ing on his heel he left us.


A young man entered, handed a paper,
and retired. 1t read as follows Narrcid
| lass Wenstay by Rev. elder Mackay, Mr..
Jon bingham to Mis- olive judae a@l OF this
plasc."


/ Enough, said !, for one morning, and de-
bouched from my corner, leaving Grumble-
gumpton to conclude his harangue against
poems, tales, and newspaper essays, at his
| leisure.