A BROKEN HEART.

Patea Mail, Volume II, Issue 182, 6 January 1877, Page 3

A BROKEN HEART.

In tlio absence of any startling items of local news, we beg to submit the following lament, inspecting the career and sad end of a newspaper writer, who, finding it impossible to fill his paper with original matter, died of a broken heart: — u With fingers blackened with ink, with eyelids heavy and red, the local editor sat in his chair, writing for daily bread. The small boy was by his side, the foreman grumbled and swore, and the office boy, like an Oliver Twist, constantly cried for ‘ more,’ He had told of a broken leg that had never been-broken at all; he had killed off the nearest friend he had, and torn np a house in a squall. And now he was at an end—he hadn t nn item left, and he bowed his head to a small boy’s scorn like a fellow of hope bereft. They found him a corpse that night, in the streets so drear and sloppy, with the foreman whispering into his ear, dnd the small boy waiting for copy.”