Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1860-08-04
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Once in autumn, wet and dreary, sat this
writer, weak and weary, pondering over
memorandum book of items used before
(book of scrawling head notes. rather
items taking days to gather them in hot snl-
try weather using up mach time and leath
Ell, )-pondered We those times DER, while
we conned them, slowly rocking, Hthrough
our mind queer ideas focking, came
quick and nervous knocking knocking at
the sanctum door "Sure, that must be
Jinks," we muttered-'Jinks. that's knock
ing at our door links, the everlasting
bore All, well do we remind us, in the
walls which then confined us, the 'ezchaug
es' lay behind US, and before US, and around
us, all scattered on the floor. Thought we,
'Jinks wants to borrow, some Newspapers
till tomorrow, and twill be relief from sor-
row to get rid Of JinkS, the bore, by open
ing wide the door, Still the visitor kept
notwithstanding louder than before.
And the scattered piles Of PAPERS cut some
rather curious capers. being lifted by the
breezes coming through another door and
we wished Che wish was evil, for one deem
ed always civil) that Jinks Was to the ID,
to stay there evermore there to find his
leVel-JinkS. the nerve-unStrnging bore
Br0cing up our patience frmer, then, with
ont another murmur, Mr.. Jinks,' said we,
your pardon, your forgiveness, we implore.
But the fact is we were reading Of some
curious proceeding, and thus, it was, un,
needing your loud knocking there before
Here we open wide the door But phancy
now our pheens--for it wasn't JiHks the
! IL, al
form that stood before US, caused treHi-
bling to come DER u.s. and memory quickly
bore US back again to days of yOre-days
when items we're plenty, and where'er this
writer went, be. picked mp interesting items
| by the score. Twas the forrti of our devil
| in an attitude uncivi and he thrust his head
within the open door, with The foreman'S
OUt o. copy stree says he wants some
more!' Yes; like Alexander; wanted more
Now, this local had already walked about
| till nearly dead-he had sauntered through
the city till bis feet were very sore-and
walked through the street Market, and the
by-ways running of into the portions of the
city, both public aud obscure had exani-
ined store and cellar, and had questioned
every feler' whom he met, from door to
door, if anything was stirring, any accident
occurring--uot published heretofOre-& he
had met with no success he would rather
guess he felt a little wicked at that ugly
little bore, with the message from the fore
man that he wanted something more ,
Now, it's time you were departing; you
scamp cried we, upstarting get you back
into your ofiice-office where you were be
fore-or the words you have spoken will
get your bones all broken > (and We seizeC
a cudgel oaken-lhat was lying on tht
floor, take your haEds out of your pock
cts; and leave the sanctum door tell th
foreman there's no copy, you ugly bore
Quoth the devil, send him more AM
our devi,, never sitting, still Is fitting; still
is fitting, back aid forth upon the landing
Just outside the sanctnm door. Tears d
down his cheeks are streaming-strang
light from his eye is heaming--and his voie'
IS heard, still crying Sir; the foreman wants
some more = And our soul, pierced will
r that screaming is awakened from its dream
ing, aud has lost the peaceful feeling foi
? the fancy will come DER Us, that each read
S er's face before us, hears the horrld words
, I'VE want a little, little moreF WORDS,
5 on their foreheads glaring, Your Innny
!. colhinh needs little more 7 .. t..
Pat was helping Mr.. Blank to get safe
. in his office, one day, and not being ae
!: ouainted with the article, inquired. what II
a was for
1 ITO prevent papers and otlef articles
: which are placed IN it from being burnt il
case Of Ore" said Mr.. b.
'teA,j errh will lnothincr ivir hurn that /