The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1865-10-25
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A PARODY ON PoE's CRAVEN.

PARODY On FOE 'RANEN.
Once in August, wet and dreary, sat
this writer, weak and weary, pondering
DER memorandum book of notes used
beforc-book of scrawling head notes,
ra'her-items, taking days to gather them
in hot and sultry weather (using up much
time and leathcr), pondered we these
items DER. While we conn'd them,
slowly rocking Uhrough our mind queer
ideas nocking), came quick and nervous
knocking-knocking at the sanctum door.
"Sure, that must be Jinks," we mutter-
cd-"Jnks that's knocking at our door;
Jinks, the everlasting bore"
All, well do we remind us, in the walls
which then confined us, the exchanges"
lay behind us, and before us, and around
us, all DER the floor. Thinks we "Jinks
wants 10 borrow some newspapers till to-
morrow, and will be relief from sorrow
to get rid Of Jinks, the bore, by opening
wide the door" Still the visitor kept
knocking ng-knocking louder than before.
And the scattered piles of papers cut
some rather curious capers, being lifted
10y the breezes coming through another
door; and we wished Uhe wish was evil
for one deemed always civiD that JinkS
was at the ID, to stay there evermore
there to find his level-Jnks, the never
unsiringing bore
Bracing up our patience firmer, then,
,u,thn,,t onnthar sgNT- T,,,l,s
your pardon, your forgiveness we implore
But, the fact is, we were reading Of some
curious proceeding, and thus it was, un-
needing your loud knocking there before. :"
Here we opened wide the door. But
phancy, now, our pheelinks-for it wasn't
Jinks, the bore-Jinks, nameless ever
more
But the form that stood before us, eau
sed trembling to come o'er US, and
mem'ry bore lis back again to days OF
yore; days when ''items' were In plenty,
and where'er 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 head within
the open door, with 'The foremans ont
o copY, sir and says he wants some
more ~ Yes. like Alexander, wanted
''more !"
Now this ''local' had already walked
about till nearly dead-walked through
the street called Dauphin, and the by
ways running off into the portions of the
city both public and obscure; had ex-
amined store and cellar, and had question:
ed every ''feller' whom we met, from
door to door, If anything was stirring
any accidents occurring-not published
heretoiore-and met with no success he
would rather kinder guess he felt a little
wicked at that ugly little bore, with hi:
message from the foreman that he wanted
something more"
"Now, it's time you were departing,
you scamp !" cried we upstarting ''get
you back into the ofiice-ofiice where you
were betore-or the words which you
have spoken will get your bones all bro
ken" land we seized cudgel, oaken, that
was lying on the foor) Take your
hands out of your pockets, and leave the
sanctum door; tell the foreman there is
no copy you ugly little BORE Quoth
the devil, ''Send him MORE"
And our devil, never sitting, still is
fitting, still is, fitting back and forth up
on the landing, just outside the sanctum
door. Tears adown his cheeks are stream
ing-strange light from his eyes are beam
ing-and his voice is heard, still scream.
''Sir, the foreman wants sDme more -
And our soul, pierced with that scream.
ing, is awakened from its dreaming, and
has lost the peaceful feeling it had before,
for the fancy which comes DER us, that
each readers face before us, bears the
horrid words-''We want little little
more !" Words on their torheads glar-
ing, Your funno column needs a little
more !-Ercha,,ge Paper.