Obituary of a Western Editor.

Cromwell Argus, Volume IV, Issue 204, 7 October 1873, Page 7

Obituary of a Western Editor.

Ye Editor sat in his ricketty chair, as worried as worried could be, for ye devil was grinning before him there, and “copy” ye devil saved he. Oh, ye editor grabbed his big quill pen, and it sputtered ye ink so free, that his manuscript looked like a war map, when— ‘ ‘ Take this,” to ye devil spake he. ■ '' - He scribbled and scratched through ye.livelong day, no rest or refreshment had he ; for ye devil kept constantly coining that way, and howling for more “ cop-ee !” Day after day he scissored and wrote, a slaying the whole countree ; while ye devil kept piping his single note, “ A little more outside cop-ee!” And when ye boys in ye newsroom hear ye noise of ye fray, ye sound of a blow and a blasphemous word, “ He’s raising ye devil!” say they. And oft when a man with a grievance came in, ye editor man to see, he turned his back with a word of sin—“ Go talk to ye devil!” sayed he. And ever and oft, when a proof of his work, ye proprietor wanted to see, “ Ye proof shall be shown by my personal clerk ; you must go to ye devil!” sayed he. And thus he was destined through all of his life, by this spirit tormented to be ; in hunger and poverty, sorrow and strife, always close to ye devil was he. < Ye Editor-Died. * * * But ye Devil lived on! And the force of life’s habit we see, for ye editor’s breath no sooner was gone, than straight to ye Devil Went He,