Des Arc citizen., 1859-11-23

Esea5 The following play upon one ol our best poets we take from the PRINTER We believe it appeared in one of our city cotempofaries some time since, yet our readers, though they have been gratitied by its perusal once before, will be pleased to read it again, and especially So when we tell them that 1t Is contribution to general literature, by resident of our city, to whom Hare indebted for many of the best jokes out II Mobile Register
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 Once in August, wet and dreary, sat this writer, weak and weary, pondering OCT memorandum book of items used before (booa of scrawling head-notes, rather; items, taking days to gather them in hot and suliry weather, using up much time and leather) pondered we those items OCT. While we conn'd them, slow .ly rocking, (through our mind queer ideas Hooking came quick and nervous knock ing-k knocking at the sanctam door, "Sure that must be links" we muttered, links that's knocking at our door; Jinks, the everlasting bore"
 Ah 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 OCT the floor. Thought we, 'sJinks wants to borrow some news papers till tomorrow, and it twill be re- lief from sorrow to get rid of links, the bore, by opening wide the door," Still the visitor kept knocking shocking loud CT than before.
 And the scattered piles of papers cut some rather curious capers, being lifted by the breeze coming through another door i, and wished (the wish was evil. for one deemed always civil) that links was at .,he al, to stay there eyermore ; there to find his levcl--Jinks, the nerve un. stringing bore!
 Bracing up our patience ffmer, then. without another murmer, MT. links, sad we, "your pardon, your forgiveness we implore. But the fact is we were reading of some curious proceeding, and thus it was, uuheeding your loud knock ing there before" Here we opened wide the door. But phancy our, now our pheelnks for it wasn't Jinks, the bore Jinks nameless evermore.
 But the form that stood before us, caus- ed trembling 10 come o'er us. and memo " quickly bore us back again to days oI yore 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 with The foreman's out Q copy sir and says he wants some more :? Yes like Oliver Twist, wanted "more" Now, this slocal'' had already walked till nearly dead--he had sauntered through the city till his feet were very sore-- | walked through the street called Dauphin and the byways running off into the DOT tions of the city both public and obscure had examined store and cellar, and hac questioned every ''feller" whom we met from door to door, if anything was stir ring--any accident occurring-not pub lished heretofore; and had met with nc success he would rather kinder guess ht felt little wicked at that ugly little bore with his message from the foreman tha he wanted something more."
 "Now, it's time you were departing you scamp! cried we, upstartng; "ge you back into the ofice-office where yor were before; or the words that you have spoken will get your bones all broken, | (and we seized a cudgel, oaken, that wa' lying on the hoor) take your hands ou of your pockets, and leave the sanctuu door; tell the foreman there's no copy you ugly little bore" Quoth our devi ''scnd him more."
 And our devil, never sitting, still is fit ] ltinr. still is niltinc hack and forth upoI