CHESTNUT-BURR XLV—FUN OF BEING A PUBLISHER.
Publishing Is Not All Joy and Johnny jump-ups—A Singular Letter—Plot of a Novel—Algonquin and Sciatica.
Being a publisher is not all sunshine, joy and johnny-jump-ups, although the gentle and tractable reader may at times think so.
A letter was received two years ago by the publishers of this book, on the outside of which was the request to the "P. Master of Chicago to give to the most reliable man in Chicago and oblige."
The P. Master thereupon gave the letter to Messrs. Belford, Clarke & Co., who have sent it to me as a literary curiosity. I want it to go down to posterity, so I put it in this great work. I simply change the names, and where words are too obscure, doctor them up a little:
Butler, Bates county, Mo., Jan., 1886.
I have a novle fresh and pure from the pen, wich i would like to be examined by you. I wish to bring it before the public the ensuing summer. I have wrote a good deal for the press, and always with great success. I wrote once an article on the growth of pie plant wich was copied fur and wide. You may have heard of me through my poem on "The Cold, Damp Sea or the Murmuring Wave and its Sad Kerplunk."
I dashed it off one summer day for the Scabtown Herald.
In it, I enter the fair field of fancy and with exquisite word painting, I lead the reader on and on until he forgets that breakfast is ready, and follows the thrilling career of Algonquin and his own fair-haired Sciatica through page after page of delirious joy and poetic rithum.