Weekly Trinity journal. [volume] (Weaverville, Calif.) 1857-1972, 1866-01-06
50 " orc COPY"

The following inimitablc parody on Poe 5
. Raven" We clip from the September number
of that sterling monthly magazine, The Printer,
published in New Yorl, city. 1t will be read
with much interest By all our readers, and rel
ishcd with great gusto by newspaper men every
where:
Once in August, wet and dreary, sat this
writer. weak and weary, bordering Ter a mem
orandum book of items used before-book of
scrawling head notes rather. items, taking days
to gather them in hot and sultry weather (using
mp much time and leather,) pondered we these
items DER. While we conn'd them, slowly rock
ing Through mind queer ideas fiocking. }
came quick and nervous Notwithstanding
at the sanctum door. ''Sure, that must be
Jinks," we muttered-''Jinks that's knocking
at our door; Jinks, the everlasting bore. :"
All, we'll do we remind us, in the walls which
then confined us, the . exchanges lay behind
US, and before and around us, Ter the floor.
Thinks We, '.Jinls'' wants to borrow some
newspapers till tomorrow to get rid of Jinks
the bore, by opening wide the door. Still the
visitor kept knocking hooking at the door
And the scattered piles of papers, cut some
rather curious 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 ever
more there to find his leyel-Jinks, the nerve
unstringing bore.
Bracing up our patience frncr. then without
another murmur: Mr.. links, your pardon,
your forgiveness we implorc. But the fact is,
We were reading Of some curious proceeding
and thus it was, unheedng your loud knocking
there before Here we opened wide the door
But phancy pheeinks-for it wasn't
Jinks the bore-Jinks, nameless evermore
IL
trembling to come Ter Us, and memory bore Us
bacl. gain to days of yore-days when .'tems'
were in plenty, and whcre'er this writer went he
picked up interesting items by the score. Twas
the form of our devil in an attitude unciyil :;
and he thrust his head within the open door
with The forcman's out o copy, sir and says
he wants some more" Yes, like Alexander
wanted - more! -
Now, this local'' had already walked about
till nearly dcad--hc had sauntcrtd through the
city till his feet were very sore-walked through
the street called Dauphin, and the by-ways lead
ing off into portions Of the city both public and
obscure had examined store and cellar, and
questioned every Teller whom met, from door
TO door, if anything stirring, any accidents
occurring-not published heretofore-and met
with no success he would rather guess he felt
little wicked at that ugly little bore, with his
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 olce-ofice where you were before-or
the words which you have spoken will get your
bones broken" land we seized cudgel oaken,
that lying the hoor.) Take your
hands out of your pockets, and leave the sanctum
door; tell the foreman there's 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 upon the landing
just outside our sanctum door.