Cleveland daily leader. [volume] ([Cleveland, Ohio]) 1865-1873, 1866-03-12


PoE's RAVEN N NEW FEATHERs Some
unknown Local produces in the following
sketch not only a tolerable parody, but a
photograph of the sanctum Of most men of
his elass-a photograph occasionally true
and close to nature
ain October, wet and dreary, sat this
writer, weak and weary, bordering Ger a
memorandum book of items used before
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
knocking at the ssnctum door. Sure, that
must be Jinks,' we muttered, links that's
knocking at our door-Jinks, the everlast-
ing bore
"Ah, full well DO we emind us. the walls
which then confined us, the exchanges lsy
behind US, and before. u around us,
scattered DER the sanetum floor. Thinks we
'Jinks has come to borrow some news
papers till tomorrow, and twill be relief
from sorrow, to get rid of Jinks, the bore, by
opening wide the door, Still the visitor
kept knoc ing-knOeking louder than be-
fore.
"And the scattered piles of papers cut
SOM rather curious capers, being lifted by
the breeze coming through another door
end we wished (the wish was evil, for one
deemed always civil hat Jinks was at the
devil, to stay there evermore, and there to
fnd his final level-Jnks, the never-un-
stringing bore!
"Bracing up our patience frmer then,
without another murmur, Ar. Jinks, your
pardon, your forgiveness we implore. But
the fact is, We were reading of some curious
proceeding, and thus was unheeding your
loud knocking there before Here we
opened wide the door. But phaney, now,
our pheelinks-for it wasn't Jink, the bore,
links, nameless, eEermorel
But the form that stood before as caused
a trembling to come DER US, and our truant
mem'ry bore Us back again to days of yore
when items were in plenty and
where'er this writer went he picked up in
teresting items BY the score. Twas the form
of our devil in an attitude uneivil and
he thrust his head within the p door
with, The foreman's out o. copy, sir, and
he says he wants some more Yes, like
Alexander, wanted more ?
~Now this local had already walked
about till near dead-he had ssuntered
through the city till his feet were very sore
walked through the street called Dauphin,
and the byways running of into portions
of the city both public and obscure had
examined store and cellar, and had ques-
toned every 'feller' whom he met from
from door to door, if snything was stirring
any accidents occurring heretofore-snd
met with no success; he would rather kind
er guess he felt a little wicked to that 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 upstsrting; get
you bach into the offce-ofics where you
were before-or the words which you have
will get your bones al broken!"
land I seized a cudgel, oaken, that was ~
ing on the hoor) take your hands ont of
your pockets, and leave the -sauetum door,
tell the foreman there is no copy, you ugly
little bore" Quoth the devil, E send him
And our devil. never sitting, still g ait-
ting back and forth upon the landing Just
outside our ssnctum door. Tears adown his
cheeks are streaming-strange light from
his eyes are beaming-and his voice is heard,
still screaming, "Sir, the foreman wants
some more 81 And our soul, pierced with that
screaming, is awakened by its dreaming,
and has lost its peaceful seeming that It
used to have before; for the fancy which
comes Ger US, that each readers face before
US, bears the horrible ehorus-"We a A
little more Words on their foreheads
glazing. Your funny column needs a little
morei'v
I