AN EDITORS LABOR.
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There is equal truth and beauty in the follow
ing remarks which we take fiom the Spectator
of W Wednesday:


@ /" 1t is hard TO labor in advanced hfe, when re-
pose and peace should settle on our brows, but il
is harder still to labor at a vocation we hate,
and must hate; for who can love the life Of an
editor He is statesman, without honor;
politician without profit; writer, without i'm
mortality. Even the good he does is unseen.
His thoughts of beauty or power drop like autumn.
leaves, and are borne away by the winds; and
although fertilizing the earth, from which in
spring the flowers bloom, and the oak shoots its
branches, who thinks of the decay which crum-
bles under his footsteps, as he walks along the
shade"


True, too true. An editor labors with never
ceasing toll He draws from the deep fountains
of his own mind, daily to refresh and invigoratc
the multitude, and the multitude drink, pass on,
and forget him to whose labors they are ndebt-
ed. His productions are like The evening and
the morning dew, most important TO vegetation,
yet from their very constancy and regularity, un-
observed and unappreciatcd; while the thunder
Of the orator and the outpouring of his elo-
quence, seen and felt but seldom, strike with
power, and make a lasting impression. The
orator, who husbands his energies and resources
for special occasions, and then puts them forth
in all their accumulated strength, is remember
ed and appreciated, while the editor is unes-
teemed and forgotten. M


Charles G. Greene, editor of the Boston Morn
ing Post, who has been chosen delegate TO the
Locofoco National Convention, says, on being
interrogated, that he shall vote for Buchanan,
Van Buren, Calhoun, Cass, or whoever shall ap-
Burenites Of Boston pronounce this, in effect, a
declaration against Van Buren,. We think so too.