by going out as a monthly nurse.
She also made candy, which Lloyd
peddled about town.
He was apprenticed to a boot-maker at an early age, and afterwards to a cabinetmaker, but he had neither the strength nor the mechanical skill necessary for these occupations.
At last, when he was thirteen years old, he found his proper place in the printing office of the Newburyport Herald.
He soon became an expert at the types, a fellow printer testifying that he could work faster than anyone he had ever seen with one exception, and that he was far more accurate than this solitary rival.
At sixteen he began to write for the paper, sending in his contributions anonymously by the post.
His first article arrived in this way while he was engaged in setting up type, and his employer read it aloud approvingly in his presence, and turned it over to its author to set up, little guessing his identity.
Long before his apprenticeship of seven years expired, Garrison
was practically the subeditor of the newspaper.
At twenty-one he had a journal of his own, the Free Press, in his native town, and he distinguished his six months interest in this sheet by discovering Whittier
The future poet was then a clumsy, half-taught farmer's lad of eighteen.
He had already begun to write verses, and his sister, without his knowledge, sent some of them to