Arkansas true Democrat., 1859-11-23
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ES- The following play upon one of our poets we take from the Printer. We believe it appeared in our city contempora- res some time since, yet our readers, though they have been gratifed by its perusal once before, will be pleased to read 1t again, and especially so when we tell them that 1t is contribution to general literature, by a resident of our city, to whom all are indebted for many of the best jokes out:-Lrchange.
 More Copy"
 Once in August, wet and dreary. sat this writer, weak and weary, ponderinc OCT memorandum book of items used before-(book of scrawling head-notcs. rather; items, taking days to gather them in hot and sultry weather. using up much time and leather pondered We those items ore. While we conn'd them, slowly rock ing, through our mind queerideas nockinc) came quick and nervous knocking-knock- ing at the sanctum door. Sure that must be Jinks, '" we muttered-- "Jinks that's knocking at our door, links, the everlasting bore"
 An, 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 ore the floor. Thought We," Jlnks wants to borrow some newsna- pers till to-morrow, and twill be relief from sorrow to get rid of Jinks, the bore. by opening wide the door, Still the visitor kept knocking-knocking louder than be- fore.
 And the scattered piles of paper cut some rather curious capers being fitted by the breeze coming through another door: and we wished (the wish was evil, for one deemed always civil) that Jinks was at the al, to stay there evemore; there to find his. level l-Jinks, the nerve-unstrging borel
 "Bracing up our patience firmer, then with another murmer, :" Mr. Jinks,'' said we. your pardon, your forgiveness we i'm plore. But the fact is we were reading of some curious proceeding, and thus it was, unheeding your loud knocking there before" Here we opened wide the door. Dut phancy our, now, our pheeinks-for It wasn't Jlnks, the bore-Jinks, nameless evermore!
 But the form that stood before us. caused trembling to come ore us, mem'ry quickly bore us back again to days of wore; days when items" were plenty, and where'er this writer went he picked up items by the score. Twas the form of our " devil" in an attitude uncivil; and he thrust his head within the open door, win :" The foreman's out Q copy sir-and says he wants some morep' Yes, like Oliver Twist, wanted "more!''
 Now, this "local," had already walked abouttill nearly dead-he had sauntered through the city till his feet were very sore walked through the street called Duapbin. and the by-wavs running off into the DOT tons of the city both public and obscure; had examined store and cellar, and had questioned every '' feller'' whom we met, from door to door, if any thing was stirring any accident occurring-not published here tofore; and had met with no success; he wouldrather kinder guess he felt little wi cked at that ugly little bore, with his mess from the foreman that he wanted "some- thing more."
 Now, 1t is time you were departing. you scamp! ''cried we, upstarting; "get you back into the office-ofice where you were before; or the words that you have spoken will get your bones all broken" (and we seized cudgel, oaken, that was lying on the floor "take your hands out of your pockets, and leave the sanctum door; tell the foreman there's no copy, you ugly little bore" Quoth our devil, |" send him more"
 And our devil, never sitting, still is fit ting, still is fitting back and forth upon the landing just outside our sanctum door. Tears down his cheeks are streaming strange light from his eyes is beaming- and his voice is heard, still screaming. "Sir, the foreman wants some morep' And our soul, pierced with that screaming is awakened from its dreaming, and has lost the peaceful feeling had before; for the fancy will come OCT us, that each readers face before us, bears the horrid words !" we want little moren' Words on their foreheads glaring, your funny column needs little morel''