Journalism is literature in a hurry.

“We mortal millions live alone.”

“The sterner self of the Populace likes bawling, hustling, and smashing; the lig…”

“Screen'd is this nook o'er the high, half-reap'd field, And here till sundown, …”

“The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits;- …”