To-morrow morning the reader will find his paper on the breakfast table-price two, three, or four cents — and, unless our article has impressed him, he will read it and cast it aside without thinking of its suggestiveness as an epitome of civilization, or of the enormous mental and mechanical labor it has cost. But cavil as he may, that moist sheet, fresh from the marvelous machines of Hoe, Walter, or Bullock — served at the door by the same urchins that the two visitors saw asleep over the warm gratings of the press-rooms — is the very essence of our times, embodying the highest results of discovery in all times.