Songs of the press and other poems relative to the art of printers and printing. Also of authors, books, booksellers, bookbinders, editors, critics, newspapers, etc. Original and selected. With notes, biographical and literary / [Edited by C.H. Timperley].

  • Timperley, C. H. (Charles Henry), 1794-1869.
Date:
1845
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Credit: Songs of the press and other poems relative to the art of printers and printing. Also of authors, books, booksellers, bookbinders, editors, critics, newspapers, etc. Original and selected. With notes, biographical and literary / [Edited by C.H. Timperley]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    157 Bv thee is handed down, from age to age, The sacred truths of Revelation’s page; By thee we trace the pilgrim’s sacred dream, Or muse o’er Hervey’s pure enlighten’d theme; To thee Religion owes her gratitude, Salvation now o’er heathen lands is strew’d ; ’Mongst A trie’s rude and wild ungovern’d clan To free from ignorance our fellow man ! To lands remote the joyful blessing give, In mercy thus proclaim—believe and live ! Hail ! paper, hail ! your humble bard essays To give his boon in tributary lays; The improving art this paper does fulfil, Perhaps it came from Spalding’s paper mill. AN INTERVIEW, ADDRESSED TO SCRIBBLERS. Scene.—The Editor's Library. Mr. Editor ! “ Sir.” Pray excuse me this freedom, But on matters of moment one musn’t be nice, I’ve an art—“We’re o’erstocked, Sir, we really don't need ’em.' Pardonvez, I’ll state my request in a trice, I’m a young man of talent—“ Indeed ! I don t doubt it, But there’s no situation at present.”—Pray hear, There’s an article—“ We’ll make inquiries about it, If it suits our design, it shall shortly appear.” Oblige me by saying—“ Time's really so pressing, And the printer’s diaboli wait me below ; Could you call ”— I shall call it extremely distressing If before you have heard my request, Sir, you go. “ Then be brief, Sir.” As brief as your notice—“ Rejected ! ( A metaphor this which you ne’er met afore,') When some wretch, cacoethes scribevdi infected, Has copied and sent you a page of Tom Moore.