The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1866-01-19
POE's RAVEN IN NEW FEATHERS.

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In October, wet and dreary, sat this
writer, weak and weary, pondering DER
a memorandum book of items used be-
fore-book of scrawling head notes
rather-items, taking days to gather
them, slowly rocking, Through our
mind queer ideas focking, came a
quick and nervous knocking knock
ing at the sanctum door.-'Sure that
must be Jinks," we muttered, "Jinks
that's knocking al our door-Jinks the
everlasting bore."'
All, full well do we remind Us, the
walls which then confined us, the tex
changes lay behind us, and before US,
and around us, scattered 0'er the sane
tum floor. Thinlswe, 'Jinkshascome
to borrow some newspapers till tO-mor-
row, and twill berelief from sorrow to
get rid of .Jinks, the bore, by opening
the door" Still thevisitor kept knock
ing-knocking louder than before.
And the scattered piles of papers cut
some rather curious cspers, being lifted
by the breezes mingthrough another
door; and we wished 1.-THE wish was
civil for one deemed always civil that
Jinks was at the devil, to stay there
evermOre, and there to find his final
level-Jinks, the ne.ve unstringing
bore!
Bracing up our patience irmer,
though, without another murmur, "Mr.
Jinks, your pardon, your forgiveness
we implore. But the fact is, we We're
reading of some curious proceedings,
and thus was unheeling your loud
knocking there before" Here we
opened widethe door. But phancy our
pheelinks-for it was not Jinks, the
bore,-Jinks, the nameless evermore!
But the form that stood before us
caused a trembling to come DER us, and
our truant memory bore MS back again
to days of yore-days when 'items"
were in plenty, and where'er this wri
ter went he picked upmteresting items
by the score. "Twas the form of our
office devil" in attitude uncivil; and
he thrust his head within the open
door, with, "The foreman's out o. copy
sir, and says he wants some morew Yes,
like Alexander, wanted mOrew
"NOw, this "local" had already wal
ked about till near dead-he had saun-
tered through the city TIL his feet were
very sOre-walked through the street
called Dauphin and the byways rum
ming off into portions of the city both
public and obscure; lad examined
store and cellar, and had questioned ev-
cry !'feller" whom he met from doortO
door. if anything was stirring any ac-
cidents not published hcretofore-and
met with no success; 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 young scamp ~ cried we, upstart-
ing; get you back into the otfice-office
where you were before-Or the words
which you have spoken will get your
bones, all broBenn land seized a cudgel,
Oaken, that was lying on the floor
"Take your hands out Of your pockets,
and leave the sanctum door; tell the
foreman there is no copy, you ugly lit
tie bore" QuOth the devil, "send him
more"
And our devil, never sitting, still is
fitting back and forth upon the landing
just outside our sanctum door. Tears
adOwn his cheeks are streaming
strange light from his eyes is beaming-
and his voice is heard, still screaming,
"Sir, the foreman wants some more"
And OTsoul, pierced with thatscream-
ing, is awakened from its dreaming;
and has lost its peaceful seeming that it
used to have before, for the fancy which
comes O'er us, that each readers face
before us, bears thehOrrid chorus-"we
want a little morew Words on their
MISUNDERSTANDING, 'your funny column
needs little mOren