IT IS SO EASY TO WRITE FOR A NEWSPAPER.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 4, Issue 367, 27 January 1880, Page 2

IT IS SO EASY TO WRITE FOR A NEWSPAPER.

(Chicago Journal.) He was a friend of mine, and used frequently to drop in and give me. advice as to how I ought to run my paper. He was a minister, and consequently thought I should devote it.a little more to the cause of religion, and not quite so much to politics. He said it could be made a power for good in the Western land, in which we had both cast our fortunes. He was a lover of the original, too, and said he disliked to see reprint, and thought I should write more—take the time, in fact, to fill the paper up with good new stuff. I ventured to say:

" Brother, you had a glorious meeting at the sehoolhouse, I hear ; suppose you write it up for me.".

He didn't seem to act as though he wanted to. I urged.

He flushed a little and stood around, awkward like. He had never been honored with an invitation to write for the Press before.

I still urged

Then he took off his gloves and hat. Then I gave him a seat at the table with paper and pencil.

He sat down to editorial work. Ho was always talking about how it should be done, and now he was at it.

He started in,

I went about my work, and, having written up a column or two of matter for the day's paper, left him still writing, while I went out to solicit some advertisements.

I was gone an hour or two, and when I came back he was still at it.

Ho was sweating awfully. His eyes were bent on the dazzling white paper before him and his pencil was a stub. I began to grow frightened. I knew I had only a small weekly paper, and that its fourteen columns of space (one side was a patent inward) would not hold the contents of the Bible and supplementary messages from heaven besides.

At last the man looked up and timidly advanced with a piece of paper in one hand, and suddenly went back to change a word. Then he came on again, and like one who had passed through a vision, held out a piece of paper and boldly asked: " Will that do V I looked at it.

There was just seven lines of it, advertising measure.

He was a large man, weighing over 350 .pounds then, but when I met him three weeks later he weighed less than 155.

He had been sick.

The seven-line nine-hour effort was too much for him.

But it was not all lost. He never advised an editor again.

Neither did he compose for a paper again.

It was hard work for him to write, and he saw he was not cut out for an editor.