The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1865-11-30
"More Copy

The following inimitable parody on
Poe's ..Raven" we eli from lie ~ePt@n-
Der number of Tie Printer, published in
New York city. 1t will be read with IN
terest bv all our readers, and relished
with great gusto by newspaper men eve
rywhere.
Once in August wet and dreary, sat
this writer, weak and weary, pondering
DER a memorandum book used before
book OF scrawting head notes, rather,
items, taking days to gather them IN hot
and sultry weather, (using up much time
and leather pondered these items Ger.
While we conn'd them slowly rocking
Through our mind queer ideas locking
came quick and nervous knocking
knocking at the sanctum door. Sure
that must be Jinks," we muttered-
.Jinks that 5 knocking at our door; Jinks
the everlasting bore"
All. we'll do we remind us, in the walls
which then confined us, the exchanges
Law behind us, and before us, and around
US, all DER the floor. Thinks we 'Jinks'
wants to borrow some newspapers till to-
morrow and twill be relief from sorrow
to get rid of Jinks, the bore, by opening
wide the door Still the visitor kept
Notwithstanding louder than before.
The scattered piles of papers cut some
rather serious capers, being lifted by the
breezes coming through 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 find his level--Jinks, the nerve-un-
stringing bore.
Bracing up our patience firmer, than
without another murmur: Mr.. Jinks,
your pardon, your forgiveness we inn
plore But, the fact IS, we were reading
of some curious proceeding, and thus it
W as unheeding Your loud knocking there
before-Here We opened wide the door.
But phancy. now, our pheelings-for 1t
wasn't Jinks, the bore-Jinks, nameless
/ evermore,
But the form that stood before us.
/ caused trembling to come o'er us, and
memory bore us lack again to days of
vore-davs when. items were in plenty,
/ and wherever this writer went he picked
up interesting items by the score. Twas
+ the form of our "devil,' in an attitude
uncivil; and he thrust his hand within
the door. with The foreman's out of
copy, sir, and says he wants some more
/ Yes. like Alexander, wanted "morc.'
Now. this local had already walked
about till nearly dcad-he had sauntered
through the city till his feet were very
Sore-waIked through Lnc street Ca!Ied
Dauphin, and the hy-ways running off
into the portions of the city both public
and obscure. had examined store and
cellar, and questioned every ''feller
whom we met from door to door. if any
thing was stirrjng-aa1 accidents oc-
curring-not published heretofore-and
met with no success: he would rather
kinder guess he felt 4 I;t.le wicked at
that ugly little bore, with IS message
from the foreman, wanted something
more"
Now, it is time you were departing,
voU scamp cried we, upstarting: get
VOC back into the office-otfice where
Won were before-or the words which
vou have spoken will get your bones all
broken (aud we seized 4 cuigel, oaken
that VAS laying on the floor J Take
your hands out of your pockets. AMI
leave the sanctuni door, tell the foreman
there's DO copy you ugly little bore.
Qnoth the devil: Send him more
And our devil, never sitting, still is
fitting. still is fitting back and forth
upon the landing just outside our sane
tum door.