Daily Democrat and news. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1859-1864, 1861-03-18
"Mers Copy;n Or the Hossnan's D'
mood.

MAID.
Once in August, wet and dreary, sat
this writer, weak and weary, wandering
DER . memorandum book of items used
before-(book of scrswling head-notes,
rather items taking days together,
then in hot and sultry weather, using
up much time and leather,) pondered
We these items DER. While We connect
them, slowly rocking, Through our mind
queer ideas focking,) camc quick and
nervous knocking-knocking at the
sanctum door. "Sure, that must be
Jinks," 10 muttsred-"Jinks tbat's
knocking 1t our door links, the ever
lasting BORE"
Alb, how we'll do we remind us, in the
walls which then confined US, tex
changes" lay behind Us, and before US,
aud around us, oil scattered 0 er the
floor. Thought We "Jinks wants to bor-
row some newspapers till Tomorrow,
and twill be relief from sorrow to get
rid Of links, the bore, by opening wide
the door," Still the visitor kept knock
ing-knocking louder than before.
And the scattered pile of papers, cut
some rather curious capers, being lifted
by the breezes coming through another
door; and We wished (the wish WAS
evil. for one deemed always civ;l) that
Jinks was at the ID, to stay there
evermore, there to find his level-Jinks,
the never-tiring bore!
Backing 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 proceeding,and
thus it was UNDECIDED, your loud knock
ing there before"
Here we opened wide the door. But
fancy now, our pheelinks-for it wasn't
Jinks, the bore, Jinks nameless ever
more!
But the form that stood before 10,
caused trembling to come DER sand
mem'ry quickly bore US back again to
days of yore; days when "items" were
in plenty, and where'er this writer
vent be picked up items by the score.
Twas the form of our "devil'' in an at
titude uncivil ]; and he thrust his head
within the open door, with, 1.-THE fore
mans out o. copy! sir-and says be
wants some more!" Yes, like Alexau-
der, wanted more!
"Now,this "Iocar' had already walked
about till nearly dead-he had eaunter.
ed through the city till his feet we're
very sore walked through the street
called Dauphen, and by by-ways rum
ming off into the portion of the city
both public and obscure, bad examined
store and cellar, and had questioned
every "feller" whom be met, from door
to door, if anything was stirring-any
accident occurring-not published here
tofore aud lad met with no success {;
he would rather kinder guess be felt .
little wicked at that ugly little bore,
With his message from the foreman that
he wanted something more"
"Now it, time you were departing,
you scamp" cried We upstarting "get
you back into the ofiice-office where
you we're before; or the words that you
have spoken will get your bones bro
KEN" and We seized cudgel 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 bere." Quoth our devil.
"send him more"
And our devil, never sitting, still i.
fitting still is fitting back and forth
upon the landing outside the sanctum
door. Tears adown his cheeks are
streaming-stranee light from his eyes
are beaming-and his voice Is heard,
still screaming, Isl, the foreman wants
some more!" And our soul pierced
with that screaming Is awakened from
it, dreaming, and has Loaf the peace it
bad before, for the fancy will come Ger
10 that each readers face before 10,
bears thu horrid words-"We want 4
little more" Words on their toreheads
glaring "your funny column wants q
little more -