Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1861-04-03

,sMoRE CoPYr-AN INGENIOUS PARODY OF PoE's
.RAyEN.n-Some imaginative country local has per-
petrated the following prose poem, in imitation Of
PoE's well known Bauen, suggested by the Printers
DEVILS demand for " more copy :"
Once in August, wet and dreary, sat this writer,
weak and dreary, wandering o er memorandum
hook of items, used before-( book of scrawling
head notes rather items taken days together, then
in hot and sultry weather, using up more time and
leather), pondered we these items Ger. While we
conn'd them, slowly rocking, Through our mind
queer ideas hocking), came quick and nervous
Knocking knocking at the sanctum door. Sure,
that must be Jinks," we muttered-"Jinks that's
knocking at our door; Jnks, the everlasting bore"
All, how well do we remind us, in the walls
which then confined US, exchanges lay behind US,
and before u.s. and around us, and scattered DER
the floor. Thought we rJinks wants to borrow
some newspapers till to morrow, and twill be re-
lief from sorrow to get rid of Jinks, the bore, by
onening 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
throuph another door and we wished (the wish
was evil for one deemed always civil that Jinks
was at the ID to stay there evermore there to
6pd his leyeI-Jinks, the never tiring bore
Backing up our patience hrmer, then without
another murmur, " Mr.. JInSs." said we, your par
don. your forgiveness, implore; but the fact is
we were reading of some curious proceeding, and
Thus il was unheeded, your loud knocking there
before" Hence we opened wide the door. But
fancy now our pheelnks for IT wasn't Jinks, the
bore-Jinks nameless evermore!
Rut the form that stood before us caused trem-
bling to come Ger us, and nem'ry quickly bore us
hack again TO days of yore; days when " items"
were in plenty, and whereer this writer went he
r;cked mn items by the score. Twas the form of
nnr deyil.n IN an attitude uncivil and he thrust
h,S bead within the open door. with, The fore
mans out o. copy, sir, and says he wants some
r,ore I" Yes like Alexander, wanted more !!
No this 1localn had already walked about till
nearly dead-he had sauntered through the city till
his feet feet were very sore-walked through the
straet called Dauphen, and by by-ways running on
into the norton of the city both public and obscure.
had examined store and cellar, and had questioned
every ssfellern whom he met from door TO door, II
apy thing was stirring-any accident occurring
NOT published heretofore; and had met with no sue
eess he would rather kinder guess he felt Little
wicked at that ugly little bore, with his message
fon, tho foreman that he wanted something more.
"Novv it's time Won were departing young scamp,
cried we upstarting; "getyou back into the ONCE
Office where you were before, or the WORDS 81
have spoken viii get your bones broken ana We
seized cudgel that was lying on lne noor,I no
YOUR hands out of your pockets and leave tne sane
tun door, tell the foreman there's no copy, you ugy
| little bore Quoth our devil, "seDd HIM more u
And our devil never sitting, still is hittngi sun
is fitting back and forth upon the landing JUST out
side the sanctum door. Tears adown ms cheeks arr
streaming-strange light from his eyes are oes. ,.
ing-and his voice is heard, still screaming, Slr
1 the foreman wants some more!" And our sou
pierced with that screaming is awakening from ~ ~
dreaming, and has lost the peace II mad peiose, ioi
the fancy will come DER that each reacerh .1c'
before us bears the horrid words-"we want htti'
more.u Words on their foreheads glaring, YOU
! funny column wsnts little more'