Fellow-Printers: It having devolved upon me to respond to the sentiment just offered - "The Art Preservative of All Arts, and the Artists of the Composing-Room" - I may as well say right here that 1 know all about those fellows - of whom I am proud to be one on this occasion.

The dinner we have just eaten was one to make each of us perfectly satisfied with ourselves and our vocation. In our office phrase, it was a "fat-take," and counted immensely in the "make-up" of this evening's enjoyment. With the exception of a feeling of unwonted tightness under the lower button of my vest, I am unusually self-satisfied and happy, and I see by your pleasant faces that our feelings are reciprocal.

But I was to speak about "the art preservative of all arts." Trusting to my present condition of mind and body, I should say it must be a good dinner, like this we have just eaten; for I think that if there is anything more preservative or congenial in the arts than such cookery, it can only be found in the "black art" which we practice.

But seriously gentlemen, the subject is too broad, too magnificent, and comes up at too late an hour this evening, to receive more than a passing mention. All honor to our profession - I would say " trade," but art is a profession, and I am talking about art. I say, all honor to all our art - to the men who invented and perpetuated it until we came upon the stage - sad bunglers as they were in the business. All honor to the typos and the pressmen who are covering themselves and their profession with honor by the skill and beauty with which they have invested it. All honor to the press of the country - even to those editors whose sharpest, most pungent articles are written with shears and paste, instead of pen and ink. All honor to the men who advertise their business, and grow corpulent and wealthy by their free use of printers' ink. All honor to the men who write and publish books. All honor to each and every reading man, woman and child in the universe, for their appreciation of our art. All honor to the men who design and draft the beautiful alphabets and ornaments with which we adorn our finest work. All honor to the pressman who "over-lays" his fellows and makes our art more brilliant by his clear "impressions." All honor to the paper-men who understand our needs and strive to make our art finer and better by the variety and excellence of their products.

Finally, all honor to our art itself - the art that is working wonders in the education and the reformation of the world - and to you, my fellow-typos, whose nimble fingers and good taste furnish lasting monuments of the progress of the age.