The Printer And His Types

lJoiijuuiin F. Taylor, tho jirintor poet, sa.VN : l'erhaps thore is no departineut or iotorprise whose details are lcss midcrstood jy intelligent people, thanthe "art preservativo," the achieveuient of tho types. Every day, their lile long, peoplc are accustomod to reail tho nowspaperand tind ault with its statements ; its arraugoiuents; ts looks ; to pluuie themselvea upon tho discovcry of' some roguush acrobatio type liat gata int o a froliu and stands upon his Mi ; or ot'some waste letter or two in it ; ut of' the procesa by which the nowspaper a made, or the uiyriada of' milla and the thousands of picces necüSHary to ite oomlositiun, they know litilo and gcnerally hink less. Thcy imagine they diseourso of' a wonder ndeed, when tliey spoak of the fair whiu: carpet, woven for thought to walk on, of he rags that flutterod od tlio back of the lejigar yosterday. Jïnt tliere is .wiuothing uiore wonderful til!. When we look at the huudred and ifty-two little boxea, somewhat shadod with ho lunch ofinky fingers, thut oom pose tbe iiintor' "oase," noiseless, exoopt the lick of the type, :i une by onc they take hcir placo ia Üio growioa line- wc think vo havo fuuml tho marvel of art. We think how many fancics in fragiucntn here are in those little boxes ; how many touis of poetry and elo(uonoe the printer an wake here and therc, i f he had only a ittle cliart to work by ; how many facts in miiuII " haudful," how luuoh trutli in haoa. Now he picks up the seattered eleuiont, ntiljlio liolds in his band :i (tUU 0? ' Gray's Elegy, ' ' or a monody unon Grimes' " All Buttoned Up Beforo." JNowhe sets "Puppy Missing," and now " Paradne Lost ;" he arraya a bride in " small caps," and a sonnet in nonpareil : lio announces the languishing "live" in one sentence - transposes the word and deplores the days that are few and "evil" in the next. A poor jest ticks its way slowly into the printer' 3 hand, like a clock just running down, and its strain of eloquenco marches into line letter by letter. Wc fancy we can teil the difference by hearing by the car. hut perhaps not. The type that told of a wedding yesterday annuunces a burial to-morrow - perhaps the Bame letters. They are in the elementa to make a world of. Those type are a world with something in it and beautiful as spring, as rich assutunior and as impcrühable as autunin ilowers froet cannot wilt- fruit that shall ripen for all time.