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Show Nw Ih Tlie Time. j The editor sat mi a hard-bottomed chair, trying to think of a thought, and he ilun-d all his fingers about, but not one topic. Miey brought. He had written of temperance, tarifl and trade, and the prospects of making a crop, and joked about ice-cream and weak lemonade, till j his readers had told him to stop. 1 And weary of thinking, sleep came to his eyes and he pillowed bis head on his desk, when the thoughts which awake bad refused to arise, caine in troops that were strange and grotesque. And as the ideas all airily float, be selects the bright one of the tribe; and this is the gem which, while dreaming, he wrote: ''Now is the time to subscribe." Ex. |