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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 39, 26 September 1891, Page 413

Neither oe Them Knew.—Whoever reads the following must own to a feeling of respect for the honest king. King Frederick VI. of Denmark, while travelling through Jutland, one day entered a village school, and found the children lively and intelligent, and quite ready to answer his questions. • Well, youngsters,’ he said, ‘ what are the names of the greatest kings of Denmark ?’ With one accord they cried out ‘ Canute the Great, Waldemar, and Christian IV.’ Just then a little girl, to whom the schoolmaster had whispered something, stood up and raised her hand. *Do you know another?’ asked the King. ‘Yes; Frederick Vl.’ ‘ What great act did he perform ?’ The girl hung her head and stammered out, ‘ I don’t know.’ ‘Be comforted, my child,’ said the King ; ‘ I don’t know, either.’ A Journalist on Journalism.—lt is a wearing, tearing business. You get nothing out of a newspaper excepting what you take from it. lam bent on it that neither of my sons shall go into journalism. The eldest is practising medicine, and the other two are still boys. There is nothing in it for a man in comparison with almost any other profession. Take Mr Dana, for instance. Think of his vast accomplishments. There is no other man to my knowledge that equals him in brilliancy and variety of attainment, and I’ve known a great many brilliant and versatile men. He is a fine writer and a clever editor ; and have you heard him speak? He’s a splendid speaker. Now, such a man leaves no posthumous fame ; only a tradition. A great journalist is like a great actor, he leaves no coffin. When he dies, all his brilliant writing is stored away on newspaper files, that nobody ever looks up. Dining his life, his influence is only indirect. He doesn't get credit for what he does.—HENRY Watterson.