CHAPTER XXX.
opening with a poetical eulogy of the press and continuing with talk inspired by the same.
" 'Praise be unto the press, not Faust's, but Noah's;
let us extol and magnify the press, the true press of
Noah, from which breaketh the true morning. Praise
be unto the press, not the black press but the red;
let us extol and magnify the press, the red press of Noah, from which cometh inspiration. Ye pressmen of the
Rhineland and the Rhine, join in with all ye who tread
out the glad tidings on isle Madeira or Mitylene.—Who
giveth redness of eyes by making men long to tarry at
the fine print?—Praise be unto the press, the rosy press
of Noah, which giveth rosiness of hearts, by making men
long to tarry at the rosy wine.—Who hath babblings and
contentions? Who, without cause, inflicteth wounds?
Praise be unto the press, the kindly press of Noah,
which knitteth friends, which fuseth foes.—Who may be
bribed?—Who may be bound?—Praise be unto the press,
the free press of Noah, which will not lie for tyrants,
but make tyrants speak the truth.—Then praise be unto
the press, the frank old press of Noah; then let us
extol and magnify the press, the brave old press of Noah;
