fill thirteen columns, equal to a hundred pages of foolscap, or eighty such pages as this.
There are five columns of telegraphic intelligence, which is, perhaps, two columns above the average.
There are twelve letters from “our own” and voluntary correspondents, of which five are from foreign countries There have been as many as thirty letters in one number of tile Tribune; there are seldom less than ten.
What has the Tribune of this morning to say to us?
Let us see. It is often asked, who reads advertisements?
and the question is often inconsiderately answered, “Nobody.”
But, idle reader, if you were in search of a boarding-house this morning, these two columns of advertisements, headed “Board and rooms,” would be read by you with the liveliest interest; and so, in other circumstances, would those which reveal a hundred and fifty “Wants,” twenty-two places of amusement, twenty-seven new publications, forty-two schools, and thirteen establishments where the best pianos in existence are made.
If you had come into the possession of a fortune yesterday, this column of bank-dividend announcements would not be passed by with indifference.
And if youth
were the middle-aged gentleman who advertises his desire to open a correspondence with a young lady (all communications post-paid and the strictest secresy observed), you might peruse with anxiety these seven advertisements of hair-dye, each of which is either infallible, unapproachable, or the acknowledged best.
And the eye of the “young lady” who addresses you a post-paid communication in reply, informing you where an interview may be had, would perhaps rest for a moment upon the description of the new Baby-Walker
, with some complacency.
If the negotiation were successful, it were difficult to say what column of advertisements would not
, in its turn, become of the highest interest to one or the other, or both of you. In truth, every one reads the advertisements which concern them.
The wonders of the telegraph are not novel, and, therefore, they seem wonderful no longer.
We glance up and down the columns of telegraphic intelligence, and read without the slightest emotion, dispatches from Michigan
, St. Louis
, New Orleans, and a dozen places nearer the city, some of which give us news of events that had not occurred when we went to bed last night.
The telegraphic news of