YE EDITOR’S FATE.

Dunstan Times, Issue 652, 16 October 1874, Page 3

YE EDITOR’S FATE.

—o— Ye Editor sat in his rickety chair, as worried as worried could be, for ye Devil was grinning before him there, and “copy ” ye Debil said ho. Oh, ye Editor grabbed his big quill pen, and spluttered ye iuk so free, that bis manuscript looked like a war map when—“ Take this,” to ye Devil spake he. He scribbled and scratched through yo live-long day, no rest or refreshment had he: for ye Dev’l kept constantly coming 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 fearful 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’d turn his back with a word of sin—“ Go talk to ye Devil!” sayed he.

Andover and oft, when proof of his work ye Proprietor wanted to sec, “Ye proof shall be shown by my personal clerk : you must go to ye Devil, says he. And thus he was destined,'through all of his life, by this spirit tormented to bo : in hunger and poverty, sorrow and strife, always close to ye Devil was he.

Ye Editor died. . . . But j'O Devil lived on ! And ye force of life’s habits we see ; for ye Editor’s breath no soonea was gone, than straight to ye Devil went he.