And that some are just aimless, homeless, restless, typographical tramps.
“But the most of them surely are worthy of something akin to praise,
And have drifted down to the present out of wholesomer, happier days;
And when, though his looks be as seedy as ever a mortal wore,
Will you find the old tramper minus his marvelous fund of lore?
“What paper hasn’t he worked on? Whose manuscript hasn’t he set?
What story worthy remembrance was he ever known to forget?
What topics rise for discussion, in science, letters or art,
That the genuine old tramp-printer cannot grapple and play his part?
“It is true you will sometimes see him when the hue that adorns his nose