Rensselaer Republican, Volume 12, Number 52, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 September 1880 — A Printer’s Dream. [ARTICLE]

A Printer’s Dream.

A printer sat in his office chair; his boots were patched and his coat threadban, while bis face looked wearv and worn with care. While sadly thinking of business debt, o)d Morpheus slowly around him crept; and before he knew it he soundly slept; and, sleeping, dreamed that he was dead, from trouble and toil his spirit had fled, and that not even a cow bell tolled for the peaceful rest of his cowhide sole. As he wandered among the shades, the smoke and scorch of lower Hades, he shortly observed an iron door that creakingly swung on hinges ajar, but the entrance was crossed ty a red hot bar, and Satan himself stood peepingout and watching for travelers thereabout, and thus to the passing printer spoke, and with a growling voice the echoes spoke; “Gome in, my dear, it shall cost you nothing, and never

fear; this is the place where I took M the ones who never pay their sub- ' scriptions, for, though in life they may escape, they will find when dead it is too late; I will show you the place where I melt them thin, and red hot chains and scraps of tin, and also where I comb their heads with broken glass and melted lead, and if of refreshment they only think, there's boiling water for them to drink; there's the red-hot grindstone to grind his nose, and red hot rings to wear on his toes; and,if they mention they don’t like fire I’ll ‘sew up heir mouths with red hot wire; and then, dear, sir, you should see them squirm while I roll them over and cook to turn.” Witß these last words the printer awoke, and thought it all a practical joke; but still at times so real it did seem that he cannot believe that it was all a dream; and often he thinks with (a chuckle and grin of the fate of those who save their tin and never pay the printer.