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INTRODUCTION xxxi<br />

I may add a memorandum of this time, which Mr. Smith also<br />

gives me.<br />

<strong>The</strong> mechanical part of the work became more and more irksome<br />

to him, and he found—in common, I believe, with most editors<br />

—that it is not that which appears in print, but that which does<br />

not appear which is the really trying part of the editor's duty.<br />

Mr. George Smith told me a little story the other day about<br />

the drawing on the next page. <strong>The</strong> Cornhill rises once a month<br />

with its yellow rays streaming from the bookstalls ; but long before<br />

this revolving sun appears, the particles of which it is composed<br />

are fusing, and igniting, and melting down, and printers and<br />

engravers are at work preparing for its dawn. One day the proprietor<br />

of the planet wrote to my father, and asked him to send<br />

his drawings in by a certain date, before the arrival of the MS.,<br />

so as to give the engravers more time to complete their part of<br />

the work. <strong>The</strong>re was no answer to the note ; but somewhat before<br />

the day came a wood-block with a drawing upon it. It was the<br />

sketch of the editor holding Time by the forelock, and it was<br />

addressed to the writer of the note.<br />

What does he say of the thorn in the cushion of the editorial<br />

chair ? "It is there. Ah, it stings me now as I write. It comes<br />

with almost every morning's post. At night I come home and<br />

take my letters up to bed, not daring to open them. And in the<br />

morning I find one, two, three thorns on my pillow. ... It is all<br />

very fine to advertise on the magazine that contributions are only<br />

to be sent to Messrs. Smith, Elder & Co., and not to the editor's<br />

private residence. My dear sir, how little you know of man or<br />

woman kind if you fancy they will take that kind of warning.<br />

No day passes but that word misericordiam is used. Day and<br />

night that sad voice is crying for help. Before I was an editor I<br />

did not like the postman much, but now !"<br />

" <strong>The</strong> sad voice " was often answered as the following letters<br />

will show :—<br />

" DEAR SIB,—I can give you little help or advice in the matter.<br />

You must know yourself in what literary subjects you are most<br />

11 c

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