Monday, January 7—­4.45 P.m.  The first proper name ever set by this new keyboard was William Shakspeare.  I set it at the above hour; & I perceive, now that I see the name written, that I either misspelled it then or I’ve misspelled it now.

    The space-bar did its duty by the electric connections & steam &
    separated the two words preparatory to the reception of the space.

It seemed to him that his troubles were at an end.  He wrote overflowing letters, such as long ago he had written about his first mining claims, to Orion and to other members of the family and to friends in America and Europe.  One of these letters, written to George Standring, a London printer and publisher, also an author, will serve as an example.

    The machine is finished!  An hour and forty minutes ago a line of
    movable type was spaced and justified by machinery for the first
    time in the history of the world.  And I was there to see.

That was the final function.  I had before seen the machine set type, automatically, and distribute type, and automatically distribute its eleven different thicknesses of spaces.  So now I have seen the machine, operated by one individual, do the whole thing, and do it a deal better than any man at the case can do it.

    This is by far and away the most marvelous invention ever contrived
    by man.  And it is not a thing of rags and patches; it is made of
    massive steel, and will last a century.

    She will do the work of six men, and do it better than any six men
    that ever stood at a case.

The death-warrant of all other type-setting machines in this world was signed at 12.20 this afternoon, when that first line was shot through this machine and came out perfectly spaced and justified.  And automatically, mind you.

There was a speck of invisible dirt on one of those nonpareil types.  Well, the machine allowed for that by inserting of its own accord a space which was the 5-1,000 of an inch thinner than it would have used if the dirt had been absent.  But when I send you the details you will see that that’s nothing for this machine to do; you’ll see that it knows more and has got more brains than all the printers in the world put together.

His letter to Orion was more technical, also more jubilant.  At the end he said: 

All the witnesses made written record of the immense historical birth—­the first justification of a line of movable type by machinery—­& also set down the hour and the minute.  Nobody had drank anything, & yet everybody seemed drunk.  Well-dizzy, stupefied, stunned.

All the other wonderful inventions of the human brain sink pretty nearly into commonplaces contrasted with this awful mechanical miracle.  Telephones, telegraphs, locomotives, cotton-gins, sewing- machines, Babbage calculators, jacquard looms,