By Benjamin F. Enos—Simon Cameron: Forty years ago, the bare-footed Printer Boy; now U. S. Senator from Pennsylvania. Every young compositor would be justified in his attempt to follow copy.
By E. B. Jerome—Our Brother Typos on the Rio Grande: May they distribute the forms of the Mexican Army in the case of eternity.
By William R. Wells—Printers: Bound together in the chase of affection, they are always ready to distribute their quoins among their brother typos who have had the misfortune to run out of sorts.
By Mitchel Hulett—[Carrier of the Advertiser]—Delinquent Subscribers: May their head-lines be battered by the mallet of public opinion, their forms stirred up by the poles of a guilty conscience, and their bed be one of thorns, until they learn that there is 'no peace to the wicked.'
By Geo. W. Beers—
May we, like Franklin's electric kite,
Rise to a great and wondrous height
And like himself in honor rise
From Devil, to stations in the skies.
He who first locked up his form,
Pressed him, and a sheet was torn,
And a proof of him you now have seen,
From God's angelic tokened ream.
By Geo. W. Winn—The 'Art Preservative of all Arts:' An art, to accomplish which, requires energy and perseverance, and intellect and wisdom to bring it to perfection.
By H. L. Winants—[Junior Editor of the Rochester Advertiser]—The Printers in Mexico: May they beat the face of the enemy with American balls, batter the form of every monk that resists, squabble the friars, make a run on the quoin of the government, and net a form find a coffin on the banks of the Rio Grande.
By S. P. Allen, Editor Democrat—Journeymen Printers: None occupy stations more useful; none excel them in general intelligence and patriotism. With the illustrious Fathers of the craft for their guides, none can excel them in moral worth.
By Mathew Orr, Pressman—Woman: The most beautiful sheet ever issued from nature's press, being the best autograph of the Creator. May she ever prove a font of bliss to the printer, when he retires from Satan and the shooting-stick.
By A. A. Schenck—The Press: May it emanate power, purity and truth over the mental and moral world, as the sun beams enlighten the earth.
By George R. Davis, Sheet Boy—Franklin: Once flogged for knowing more than his master. May the devils of our day follow his example of application and perseverance; but escape the flogging.
By John Martin—Mexico: May our forces in Mexico never be destitute of shooting-sticks, and always have quoin sufficient to lock up the chase of glory, to their satisfaction.
By Joseph Steele—Gen. Taylor: A capital Leader for the American columns. They are without a parallel in sustaining the * * * and strips of their country.
By T. W. Haskell—Doct. Franklin first caught the lightnings wild—and Morse now rides post with the jade.
By Johnny Clough—['Devil' in the American office]—Slavery: A botched job, bearing the devil's imprint.
By George F. Terrell—The Union: A form to which seventeen pages have been added since it was first imposed by Franklin and his compatriots. May the sheet which shall ultimately be required to cover it, extend from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and from the 10th to the 70th degree of north latitude.
By Wm. Cowles—The Ladies: The best made up form ever locked in the embrace of man; may their impressions ever be fair and their proof-sheet clean from doublets.
By Carlos Comens—General Taylor: May he always display solid columns, have no break lines, no outs and plenty of canon and shooting-sticks.
By W. H. Beach—Buffalo, Our Sister City: Her representatives here would be an honor to the Empire State, in our national councils; may we meet again.
By James Rowley—The Craft: Their sheets are unfurled to every breeze; and although the winds of adversity may sometimes press hard upon them— still they stand up to their work as long as there is a quoin left.
By Robert M. Watts—May the fires of friendship and brotherly love which have been enkindled in our hearts to-night never be extinguished, but continue to burn.
By G. J. Lawrence—Gen. Taylor: The * of the army: May his services be registered in the hearts of his countrymen.
By Wm. McDermett, of Syracuse—Gen. Taylor: His shrewd conduct in pulling the Wool over the eyes of the Mexicans proves him to he possessed of Worth. May American Twiggs be so freely distributed among the enemy as to compel them to exclaim—Quit-man; shooting-sticks and slugs freely given out; and their colums so battered as to render a justification impossible without being over-run!
By Charles H. Donnell—Our Craft: May our brother typos of Western New York ever remember the birth-day of our "Old Veteran," and that we may ever be ready with our rules and sticks to join hand and hand to celebrate the 17th of January, as a token of respect for our brother typo—Benjamin Franklin.
By C. H. Sedgwick—Printers: Your mothers know you're out among the Blossoms.
By D. C. Houghton, a Printer Clergyman, of Le Roy—Benjamin Franklin: The printer who towed the lightnings, not so much to acquire the reputation of the philosopher as to convert them into "ministering spirits," to minister to his brethren, the heirs of the craft, in these latter days.
By C. R. Beach—Printers in the Army: With furnished shooting-sticks, a full supply of leads, and a case that shall lack no sorts, may the work assigned them be executed in a manner equally creditable to themselves and their profession.
