ve dollars and while the advertisements had added but little, the expenses had been over twenty,—and we may wonder how it could have been done for that.
Some friends wished to assist by contribution, but the editor's self respect would not permit such action, and so ended the publication of Medford's first local paper.
The editor was evidently a man of genius, education and ability, and during that winter gave a lecture, in the Lyceum course, on Poets and Poetry, closing with an Epic on Napoleon, an original composition.
Like another editor we know, he sometimes found it needful to find subject matter and copy.
Number 1 contains his poem, Old Oscar and His Sons.
He remarked in his lecture:—
I've always found the same old hen Who'd peck for one, could peck for ten,
But peck and scratch as well as editor may, subscribers need to be multiplied by ten (and this applies to the Register as well) to make any publication successful.
Mr. Moody, the publisher, also was the auth