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There's something fascinating about reading old newspapers. The language of the times seemed so poetic compared to the dull, colorless, duty-bound words which fill modern papers. The tragedies seemed somehow more profound and the atrocities more shocking - as if such things weren't supposed to happen in the alleged "good old days". Perhaps we think of our ancestors as chaste and stoic - as stiff and unemotional as the photographs they left behind. But the newspapers of the time enlighten their times and point out the trivial and the profound, the eclectic and the mundane, the tragedy and the comedy of their hard lives. If you've never explored the world of 19th century newspapers, your modern eyes may be surprised by what you find on the forthcoming pages: the racism is repellent; the advertisements laughable; and the tragedies horrific. However, I'm sure you'll agree that there is something genuinely moving about the care taken in the choice of words, and the poetry of the imagery. And perhaps you'll agree that you can never read a modern newspaper again without a tinge of sadness at the lack of artistry in comparison.



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