The Hillsborough Recorder

From the Hancock Gazette.

Printer was leading a bachelor's life,
'Cause he could not, or would not procure him a wife:
Industrious, prudent, he cut but few capers,
Printed pamphlets, blank greetings, and week-ly newspapers.
On a newspaper day, a friend happen'd to call,
While creak went the press, and thump, thump went the ball.
On the part of the sheet he was casting his eye,
Which tells us who marry, and also who die:
Then says to the Printer, "unless my eyes fail,"
"Your impression just hereabouts looks rather pale,"
"What would not look pale," replies Type,
"in this case?
With marriage and death staring full in the face!"