The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1866-01-02
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a rARoDT on PoEs RAVEN.

Once an August, wet and dreary. sat
this writer, weak and weary, pondering
Ger D memorandum book of iuems used
before-book of scrswling head notes,
rather-Items, taking days to gather
them IN hot and dry weather fused up
much time and leather) pondered we
these items DER. While we conn
them, slowly rocking Through our
mind queer ideas AockIEg) came 8
quick and nervous knocking-knock~
ing at the sanctum door "Sure, that
must be Jinks, we muttered-"Jinks
that 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, aud before US, and
around Us, DER the floor Thinks we,
Jinks wants 10 borrow some papers
till tomorrow, and twill be relief from
sOTrOW 10 get rid of Jinks, the bore, by
opening wide the door SJill the visi-
tor kept Notwithstanding louder
than before
And the scattered piles of papers cut
some rather curious capers, being lifted
by the breezes coming through another
door aud We wished (the wish was
evil; FOR one deemed always civil, that
Jinks was at the ID, to stay there
evermOre-there {. 20 find his level
Jinks, the nerve unstringing bore.
Bracing up our patience tirmer, then,
without another murmur: Mr..
links, your pardon, your forgiveness
we implore But the fact is, we were
reading Of some curious proceedings,
ana thus it was, unheeding your loud
knocking there before Here we
opened wide the door But phancy,
now, our pheelinks-fOr it WASH inks,
the bore-Jinks, nameless evermorel
But the form that stood before us
caused a trembling to come Ger US,
and mem'ry bore US 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 ioTemsn's out Of copy, sir and
he says he wants some more Yes,
Ike Alexander wanted more
Now this local" had already walked
about till nearly dead-he had saun-
tered through the City till his feet were
sore-wslked through the stree,
called Dauphin, and the by-ways run
ming of into the portions of the city
10th public and obscure, had examines
store and cellar, and had questioned
every Afeller' whom he met, from door
20 door, il anything was stiring-aDy
accidents occurring-nOt published
heretofore-and met with no success
he would rather kinder guess he felt 8
little wicked at that ugly little bore
with his message from the foreman
tsat he wanted something more
wow, it's time you were departing
Won scamp e. cried we upstsrtingi gee
Won back into the oflice-ofhce where
Won were before-or the words which
YOU have spoken will get your bone
ali broken land we seized & cudgel
oslycn, that was lying on the floor
Take your hands out of your pockets
and leave the sanctum door, tell thu
foreman there is no copy, you ugll
little bore Qouth the devil, "SenC
him more.
And orr devil, never sitting still j
fitting, still is Aitting back and forth
upon that landing Just outside on
sanctum door Tears Edown his cheek
are treaming-streRming light iron
his eyes is beaming-and his voice
heard, still screaming, "Sir, the tore
man wants some more And on
soul, pierced with that screaming,
awakened from its dreaming, and ha
lost the peaceful feeling It had before
for the fancy which comes Ser US ths
each readers face before US bears th
horrid word-"We want little more 2
Words upon their ioreheads glarin
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