The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1867-04-04

| iloI loiglVe us Wnen the local column
IS not filled with items, we pity their
hard-heartedness.
Once IN April wet and dreary, sat
this writer, weak and weary, ponder
ing Ger d memorandum book Of items
used before-book of serawling head
notes, rather; items, taking days to
gather them in cold and blustry wealth
er, (using up much time and leather)
pondered We these items Ter. While
we conn'd them, slowly rocking, (thro'
our mind queer ideas Aocking) came
quick and nervous knocking-knock
ing at the sanclum door. Sure that
must be Jinks, we links
that's knocking at our door; links, the
everlasting bore.
All, well do we remind us, in the
walls which then, confined US, the .sex
changes lay behind us, and before us,
and around US, all scattered Ger the
floor. Thought we ssJinks' wants to
borrow some newspapers till tomorrow,
and twill be relief from sorrow to get
rid Of Jmks, the bore, by opening wide
the door. Still the visitor kept knock
ing-knocking louder than before.
And the scattered piles Of paper cut
some rather curious eapers, 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 their eyermore;
there to find his leyel-Jinks, the nerve
unstringing bore
Bracing up our patience firmer, then
without a murmer, 'sMr. Jinks,' said
we, "your pardon, your forgivness we
implore. But the fact is we were read.
ing Of some curious proceeding, and thus
it was, unheeaing your loud knocking
there before"-Here we opened wide
the door. But phancy, now, our phee-
links--for it wasn't Jinks, the bore
,Jinks, nameless eyermore
But the form that stood before us,
caused a trembling TO come 0 er US, and
meln'rg quickly bore us back again to
days Of yore-days when 'titem,' were
in plenty, and where er this writer went
he picked up interesting items by the
score. Twas the form Of our ssdevil, y
in an attitude uncivil; and he thrust
his head within the open door, with
ssthe foremans ont o copy, sir-and
says he wants some ssmore y Yes, like
Alexander, wanted ssmore p
Now, this "loeal' had already walk
ed about till nearly dead-he had saun-
tered through the city till his feet were
very sore-walking through the street
called Martin, and the by-ways running
off into the portions Of Che city both
public and obscure; had examined store
and cellar, and had questioned every
sfel err whom he met, from door to
door, # anything was stirring-any ac-
cident occurring, not published hereto
fore; and had met with no success; he
would rather kinder guess he felt a little
wicked at the ugly little bore, with his
message from the foreman that he wan
ted something more.
ssNow it's time you were departing,
you scamp cried we, upstarting, get
you back into the office; office where
you were before OF the words that you
have spoken will get your bones all
broken" (and we seized a cudgel, oaken,
that was lying on the Aoor) sstake your
hands out of your pockets, and leave
the sanctum door; tell the foreman
there's no copy, you ugly little bore. y
Quoth our devil, "send him more.
And our devil, never sitting, still is
fitting, still is fitting back and forth
upon the landing just outside our sane
tum door. Tears adown his cheeks are
streaming-strange light from his eyes
is beaming-and his voice is heard still
''Sir, the foreman wants
some more!' And our soul, pierced
with that screaming, is awakened from
it's dreaming, and has lost the peaceful
feeling had before; for the funny will
come Ger us, that each readers face be-
fore us, bears the horrid words-s'we
want little more!'' Words, ON their fore
heads glaring, ''your funny column