POETRY.
WANTED, A PRINTERS' READER. His brain must be cool, As an eagle his sight, And, chained to a stool From morning 'till night, He must read and correct Typographical matters, Taking care to detect All the wrong fonts and, batters. He who seeks for the place Must have once worked at " case," Must be also " well up " in Typography, Of each science and art Must at least know a part, And be thoroughly versed in geography. German—French—Latin —Greek, He must read (if not speak), Miist, of course, be a thorough grammarian, Quite an fait to the rules Of the various " schools," And not merely an A-B-C-Darian.
Then he'll read, read, read, " Till his eyes grow weary and dim,"
And read, read, read, 'Till exhausted in every limb : 'Midst the clarnour of boys, Interruption and noise, (The uproarious revels Of young '' jointers' devils,") Pray how should you like to be Him ? OLD TYPO. Christchurch, Oct 1, 1874.
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Globe, Volume II, Issue 110, 7 October 1874, Page 3
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157POETRY. Globe, Volume II, Issue 110, 7 October 1874, Page 3
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