The day book. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1857-1867, 1859-10-27
The RAvEN.-Everybody has read Edgar

AHB hAVhS.-EVervUouy mas Tedu b'B ai
A. Poe's Raven, now read our rawlings.
In September wet and dreary, sat this
writer, weak and weary, wondering DER
memorandum book of items used before
{book of scrawling head notes, rather; items
taking days together them 10 bot and sultry
weather, using up much time and leather)
poundered we those items o'er.-While we
conn them, slowly rocking, (throush our
mind queer ideas focking) came a quick and
nervous knocking knocking at the sanctum
door. "Sure, that must be Jeems, We nut :
tered-"Jeems that's kaocking az our door;
Jeems, the everlasting bore"
All, well d. we remiad u, in the walls
which then confined us, the Exchanges" lay
behind US, and before us, and around US, all
scattered DER the floor. Thought we, Jeems
wants to borrow some new aper till to-mor-
row, and twill be relief from sorrow to get
rid Of Jeems, the bore, by opening wide the
door, Still the visitor kept knocking loud
er than before.
And the scattered piles of paper cut some
rather curious capers, being lifted by the
breeze coming through another door; an.
We wished (the wished was evil, for deemed
always civil) that Jeems was at the ID, to
stay there evermore; there to find bis Level
Jeems, the n:rve-anstringin bore!
Bracing up our patience frner, then, with
cut another murmer, Jimmy" said we
"your pardon, your forgiveness we implore
But the fact is we were reading OF some
curious proceeding, and thus it was, unhee3-
ing your loud knocking there before -
Here we opened wide the door. But pbapcy
our, now,our pheelinks-'or it wasn't Jeems i,
the bore sJeems, nameless evermorel
But the form tia. stood before us, caused
a trembling to come DER as, and mem'ry
quickly bore as back again to days of ysre;
days when 'items" were plenty, and where
Ter this writer went he pickei up items by
the score. Twas the form of our "devil' in
an attitude uncivil, and he thrust his head
within the spen door, with "The for eman' !,
om O. copyl strand says he wants some
more" Yes, like Oliver Twist, wanted
"m0re!'
"Now, we had already walked about till
nearly dead he had saun tered through the
city till our feet we're very sore-walked
through the street called water, and the by
WAYS running off into the portions of the city
beth public and obscure had examined store
and cellar, and had questioned every "fclier'
whom we met, from door to eoor, if any,
thing was stirring any accident occurring
| not published heretofore; and had met with
| no success; we would rather kinder guess we
| felt little wicked at that ugly little bore,
with his message from the foreman that he
wanted "sonething more"
"Now, it's time you were departing you
scamp! cried we,uptarting; "get you back in
to the ofice-ofice where you were before; or
the words that yoa have spoken will get your
bones all broken" (and we seized a cudgel,
oaken, that was lying on the foor) "take
your hands out of your pockets and leave the
sanctum door; tell the foreman there's ne
copy. yeu ugly little bore" Quoth oGr devil,
"send him more"
And our devil, never sitting still is fitting
still is fitting back and forth upon the
landing just outside our sanctum door. Tears
adown his cheeks are streaming-strang
light from his eyes is beaming-and his voice
is heard, still screaming, "Sir, the foreman
wants some more?" And our soul, pierced
with that screaming is awakened from its
dreaming and has lostIthe peaceful ceiling had
before; for the fancy will come Ger US, that,
each readers face before us, bsars the hor-
rid words-"we went little more!' Words
on their foreheads glazing, "your local col
umn needs little more.