The Jeffersonian Democrat. [volume] (Chardon, Ohio) 1854-1865, 1859-11-18
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Those who have read Poe's Raven, will
upon reading tho following in prose form,
recognize n most beautiful parody of it-a
parody that is q rival of its prototype in ex-
preston and in tho completeness OF the
metrcal line. We find i; in tho last nun.
bor of tho Printer:
Once in August wot and droary, sat this
writer, weak and weary, pondering DER q
memorandum book of items used before
book OF scrawlng head notes, rather; items,
taking days to gather them in hot and sui
try weather, using up much time and leath
or, poudorod wo these items DER. While
we conned them, slowly rocking, (through
onr mind queer ideas flocking) como quick
and nervous Notwithstanding at the
sanctum door. "Sure that must be Jinks,
we muttored-"Jinks that's knocking at
our door; Jinks, the everlasting bore ,
All, we'll do wo remind us, In tho walls
which then confined US, tho Exchanges lay
behind Us, and before us, and around us all
scattered o'cr the floor. Thought we "Jinks
wants to borrow somo newspapers till to-
morrow, and twill be relief from sorrow.
to get rid of Jinks, tho bore, by opening
wide ,the door," Still the visitor kept knock
ihg-knocking louder than before.
| Aud tho scattered pilos of papers cut
some rather curious capers, being lifted by
the broezes coming through another doo;-
and we wished (the wish was OWL for one
deemed always civiD that Jinks was at the
d., to stay there evermore; there to find
his level-Jinks, the nerve unstringing bore!
Bracing upon our patience iirmcr, then
without another
Jinks, said We, "your pardon, your forgive
ness wo mplore. But the fact is, we were
reading of some curious proceeding, and so
it was, unheoding your loud knocking there
boforo-." Here We opened wide the door.
But, phancy now, our pheclnks; for it was mt
Jinks, the bore-Jinks, nameless overmoro!
But tho form that stood before us, caused
n trembling to come o'er us, and memory
quickly bore US back again to days of yorc;
! days whom "items' wcro in plenty, and
wherc'er this writer went he picked up in
| torcsting items by tho SEE Q. Thas the
form of our devil" in 9. lido uncivil;-
and he thrust his head ,u no open door
with "Tho foremau's om ~" Yes, as
| Alexander, wanted "morel'
No, this "Iocal" had already walked abou
till nearly dead-ho had saunterod through
the city till his feet wero very sore-wakoC
through tho street called Dauphin, and thC
by-ways running off into the portions of tht
city, both public and obscure; had examined
store and cellar, and had questioned every
"feler" whom he mot, from door to door, il
anything was stirring-any accident occur
ring-not published heretore; and had met
with no success; no would rather kinder
guess he fol: little wicked at tho ugly little
! bore, with his message from the foreman
that he wanted "something more.
"Now, it's time you were departing, you
scamp| cried VIC, upstartng; "get you back
into tho ofiice-oilico where you were be
fore;or tho words that you have spoken will
got your bones all broken" land we seizcC
a cudgel, oaken, that was lying on the floor
take your hanGs out of your pockets, nnC
loRye the sanctum door; tell tho foreman
there's no copy, you ugly littlo bore" Saic
our devil, 'send him more"
And our doviI, never sitting, still is fitting
still is fitting hack and forth upon the land
ing Just outside our sanctum door. Teari
adown his checks are stroamng-strangt
light from his eyes is beamng-and hi
voice is heard still screaming, "Sir, the fore
man wants somo more" And our soul
pierced with that screaming, is awakened
from its dreaming, and has lost the peace
fu feeling had before; for the funny viii
como DER US, that each readers face before
u.s. bears the horrid words-"we want liz
tic more!" Words. on their foreheads glar
ing, "your funny column needs littl,
more"