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Show THE PRINTER'S DREAM. Last evening I was talking with a printer aged and gray, who told mo . of a dream he had, ,1 think 'twas . Clii Wmus dny. While snoozing In h!s -viTlc t'1) vision came to view, for he . ' '.w jm angel entdr, dressed in ' garments gar-ments white and new. Said the angel, "I'm from heaven, the Lord sent me down to bring you up to glory, ami iput on your golden crown. You've been a friend to everyone and workc 1 hard night and day, you have printed for many thousands and from few received your pay. So we want you up in gldry, for you have labored hard, and the good Lord is preparing your eternal, just reward." Then the angel and the printer started up toward glory's gate, but when passing close to hades, t'; an: gel murmured, "Walt! I have got a place to show you, it's the hottest place in hell, where the ones who never paid you in torment always dwell." And behoW, the printer saw there hfa old clients by the score, and gral blng up a chair and fan, he wished for nothing more; but was bound to sit and Watch them, as they'd stele, singe and burn, and his eyes would rest on debtors whichever way they turn. Said the angel "Come on, there's the . pearly gates I see," bet the Printer only muttered, "This is heaven enous'i for me." |