Weekly Trinity journal., 1859-12-31
NUMBER so.
" More Copy"

We copy the following article from the Primer
1t is we'll written, and initiates the style of Poe's
- Raven" The main feature of the composition,
is the truth therein contained, as many local
editor can testify
ONCE IN AUGUST, wet and dreary, sat this wri-
ter, weak and weary, pondering DER a memoran-
dun book of items used before book OF scrawl-
ing head notes. rather items, taking days to
gather them Ia hot and sultry weather. using up
much time and lea ther) pOndered we those items
DER. While we cOnn'd them, slowly rocking,
Through our mind queer ideas hocking) came
quick and nervous nocking-knoeking at the
sanctum door "Sure that must be JinkS," we
muttered 81 Jlnks that's knocking at our door
Jiuks, the everlasting bore"
All, well do we remind us, 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 "Jinks wants to borrow
some newspapers till tomorrow, aud twill be
relief from sorrow to get rid of Jinks, the bore,
by opening wide the door" Still the visitor
kept knocking knocking loader than before.
Aud the scattered pile OF papers cut some rath-
er curious capers, being lifted by the breezes
coming through another door and we wished
(the wish was evil for one deemed always cviD
that Jinks was at the ID, to stay there ever
more there to find his level--Jinks the nerve
unstringiug bore
Bracing up our patience firmer then, without
another murmur, Mr.. Jinks," said we. your
pardon, your forgiveness we implore. But the
fact is we were reading of some curious proceed
lag, and thus it was, unhecding your loud knock
ing there before Here we opened wide the
door. But phancy now our pheellnks-for it
wasn't Jinks, the borc-Jinks, nameless ever
more
But the form that stood before us, caused
trembling to come DER us, and memory quickly
brought Us back again to days of yore days
xVhpu ~ it,msN in nlputV. and Whprp'pr Lhi4
writer went he picked up items by the score
Twas the form of our devil" in an attitude
uncivil ; aud he thrust his head within the open
door, with " The foremaus ont o copy sir-and
says he wants some more y Yes, like Alexan-
der, wanted " moro !
Now, this q" local had already walked about
till nearly dead-he had sauntered through the
city till his feet were very sore-walked through
the street called Dauphiu, and the by-ways run
ming Oh into the portions of the city both public
/ and obscure had examined store aud cellar, aud
bad questioned every leller" whom we met
| from door to door, If anything was stirring
| accident occurrins-not published heretofore !;
aud had met with no SUCCESS he would rather
kinder guess he felt little wicked at that ugly
little bore, with his message from the foreman
that he wanted "something more"
"Now, it's time you were departing, you
scamp" cried we upstarting "get you back
into the oiIice-olicc where you were before or
the words that You have spoken will get your
bones all broken" (and we seized u cudgel,
oaken, that was lying on the aoor) " take your
hands out OF your pockets, and leave the sanctum
door tell the foreman there's no copy, you ugly
little bore Oaoth our devil, send him more
And our devil, never sitting still is fitting.
still is fitting back and forth upon the landing
just outside the sanctum door, Tears adown his
checks are streaming strange light from his
eyes is beaming-anA his voice is heard, still
screaming, Sir, the foreman wants some more =
Aud our soul. pierced with that screaming, is
/ awakened from its dreaming, and has lost the
peaceful feeling had before for the fancy will
come DER us, that each readers face before us
bears the horrd words" we want q little more -
Word+, on their !oreheads glaring, your funny"
column needs it'll, more ~