The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1865-10-27
Il.IllE NUMBER !; R. 4. /.
MORE COPY"
A PARODY ON poE's "RAvrS.'

PARODY on PoE's RAVEN"
Once 10 August, wet and dreary. sat this
writer. weak and weary, ponderine Ger mcn-
orandum book Of items used bciore-book OF
scrawling hcad.no,es rather items, taking
days to gather them In hot and sutry weather
(u.ing up much time and lea,her). pondered W.
these items Ger. While we conn'd them, slow.
ly rocking Through our mind queer ideas flock
iny) came a quick and nervous knocking
knocking a, the sanctum door. "sure. that
must bc Jink,," VIC muttered-'"Jinks that's
knocking a. our door Jints, the everlasting
bore"
q All, well do wc remind as, in tho walls
which then confined Us. tho exchanges" lay
behind us, md before us, and around u.s.
o'cr tho aoor. Thinks We "Jiuks wants to
borrow some newspapers till tomorrow, and
twill he relief from sorrow to get rid OF Jinks'
the bore, BY opening wide the door," Still, i,the
visitor kept knOckins-knockins louder than
before. .r..1 f. q 'r.fi1' -
And tho scattered piles Of papers cut some
rather curious capcrs, being lifted by the brees.
es coming through another door; and We wisbed
(tbc wish was evil, for one deemed always OWL,
that Jinks was at tho d. to stay there eve
ermore; there to End his level--Jink, tho
nsrve-unstringing bore! .m .... '.
Bracins up our patience frmer, then, With
out another murmur "Mr. Jink', your par
don, your forgiveness we implore. But. tho
fact is, VIC were reading OF some curious pro-
csediny. and thus It was, unheeding your loud
knocking there before" Here We opened
wide the door. Bu, phancy, now, our phetl'
iuks-lor 1t wasn't Jinks, the bore--Jink',
nameless evermore
But the form that stood before US, caused u
trembling to come DER US, and mem ry bore us
back again to days Of yorc; days when stems
were in plenty, and where'er this writer went
he picked up interesting items by the score'
Twas tho form Of our "devil, !" In IN attitude
unciyil; and no thrust his head within tho open
door, with "Tho foremau's out O. copy. sir -
and says he wants some morc!" Yes, like AL.
exander, wanted "more!'
| Now, this .local" had already walked about
till nearly dead-ho had sauntered through tho
city till hsfeet were very sorc-walked through
the street called Dauphin, and tho by ways
running OF into the portions Of the city both
public and obscure; had examined storo and
cellar, and had questioned every "feller" whom
we met. from door to door, II anything was
stirring-any accidents occurrins-not pub.
li,hed heretofore-and met with no success; ho
would rather kinder guess he felt little wick.
ed at that ugly little bore, with his message
from the foreman that he wanted "something
more" ....
"Now, it's time you were departing. you
scainp!" cried wo. up,tarting; "set you back
into the oficc-of6ce where you wero before
or the words which you have spoken will get
your homes all broken" land We sciled cudgel,
oakon, that was lying on the aOor). "Tako
| your hands out Of your pockets, and leave tho
sanctum door; tell tho foreman there's no
copy. you ugly little bore" Quo.h tho devil.
"Send him more"
And our devil, never sitting. still Is fitting,
still is aii'ns back and forth upon the landing
just outside our sanctum door. Tears adowu
his cheeks are streaming-strange light from
his eyes is bcaming-and his voice is heard.
still screaming, "Sr, the foreman wants somo
moro!" And our soul. pierced with that
screaming IL awakened from its dreaming and
has lost tho peaceful feeling It had before; for
the fancy which comes DER us, that each read.
er's face before us. hears tho borid words-
1--WE want little more" Words 10 their
foreheads saring. "Your funny column needs
some more !" f.-