The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1865-12-08
POc,s Raven In New Feathers

In October, wet and dreary, sat this wri-
ter, weak and weary. ponderipg DER mem
orandum book of items used before-hook
of scrawlng head-notes rather-items; TAX
ing days to gather them in hot and sulry
weather, (using up much time and lcather),
pondered we these items DER. While we
conn'd them, SLOWLY rocking. (through our
mind queer ideas locking), came a quick
and nervous knocking Mt the
sanctum door. "Surc that must be Jinks,"
we muttered, "Jinks that's knocking at our
door--Jinks, the everlasting bore"
All, full well do we remind lis. in tho
walls which then confined us, the ex.
changes lay behind us, and before us. and
around MS, scattered DER the sanctum floor.
Thinks we, "Jinks has ccme to borrow
some newspapers ill to morrow, and twill
be relief from sorrow TO get rid of links.
the bore by opening wide the door," Still
the visitor kept knocking knocking loud.
or 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 (thc wish was evil for one
deemed always civil that Jinks was at tho
devil, to stay there evermore, and there to
find his final level--Jinks, the nerve-un-
stringing bore!
Bracing mp our patience frmer, then,
without another murmur, 'Mr. Jinks, your
pardon, your forgiveness we implore. But
the fact is, we were reading of some Gu
rious proceeding and thus it was unheed-
ing your loud knocking there before"
Here we opened wide the door. But phan.
cy, now, our pheelinks-for it WASH Jinks,
the bore-Jinks, nameless evermore
R,,k l, TNy.,, 4h,k 40, hof .a1
trembling to come o er MS, and our truant
m m'ry bore IFS back again to days of yorc
days when" items were in plenty and
whcre'er this writer went he picked up in
terestng items by the score. Twas the
form of our Office "devll," in an attitude
uncivil and he thrust his head within tho
open door, with, " The foreman's out O.
copy sir, and says he wants some more {"
Yes, like Alexander, wanted "more!"
Now, this "loca had already walked
about till near dead-he had sauntered
through the city till his feet were very sore
walked through the street called Dau.
phin, and the byways running off into por-
tions of the city both public and obscure ;
had examined store and cellar, and had
questioned every "feller whom he met
from door to door, if anything was stirring
ANY accidents occurring not published
heretofore-and met with no success he
would rather kinder guess he felt little
wicked at that ugly little bore, with his
message from tho foreman that hs wanted
- something more.f
"NOw, it's time you were departing you
young scamp!" cried we, upstarting get
you back into the olIice-oliice where you
we're belore-or the words which you have
spoken will get your bones all broken!'
land we seized cudgel. oaken, that was
lying on the floor) Take your hands out
Of yonr pockets, and leave the sanetum
door; tell the foreman there is no copy, you
ugly little bore Quotb the devil, send
him more"
And our devil, never sitting, still is fit
ting, back aud forth upon the landing just
outside our sanctum door. Tears adown
his checks are streaming strange light
from his eyes is beaming -and his voice is
heard. still screaming" Sir, the foreman
wants some more !" And our soul, pierced
with that screaming. is awakened from its
dreaming, aud has lost the peaceful seem.
ing that il used to have before, for the fan
cy which comes DER US, that each readers
face before MS, bears the horrid chorus
" We want little more Words on their
foreheads glaring, "Your funny column
needs little more
JoyEs writes to friend and closes by say
ing, IL am glad TO be able to say that my
wife is recovering slowly"
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