The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-03-14
The Burglar.
Somewhat after the style ofPon's " Raven. +"
An ODE FROM HORACE.

Once upon midnight dreary, while I slumbered
In ny cot "forEenst' the counter, in a well-knowi
village store.
heard boring,
As ofsolne one gently boring, boring at the IRON
store door.
IT'S some cussed thief, / Inuttered, working a
That il is and nothing more.
Ali distinctly remember, 1t was in the bleak De
And chill came 0 er my corpus as stepped upol
And The noise made in getting out of bed and OF
Caus9 the burglar to desist-to quit working a
Then I quickly drew my socks on-shirt and draw
eT4s ia on before
only those and nothing more.
And the stiffness all around me for moment die
cOnfoUnd me-
Thrilled me filed me with fantastic terrors seldom
So that nov, to. still the beating of my heart,
stood repeating:
Its my dog, Old Maj entFeating entrance
Very soon the sound repeating, plainly shook and
Jared the door ,,
Presently my heart grew stronger, hesitating ther
no longer.
"sr," thinks / you villain trnly your thieving is
so seized my shooting-iron-ah what perls did
Mister Burglar, who was boring, scoring, softly al
the door.
Then tiptoed slowly, lightly, cautiously along the
No more boriDg--what bore!
Some time stood there shiyerng, doubling, watch
waiting for the Sound of boring to rc-commence
once naOFe.
Soon he silence it was broken, and thus by that
very token,
1 kae,G it must be some one hard at work upon the
door.
Then quickly turned the bolt back and opened
Moonlight there-and nothing more
Not sign Of any bUrinfg did ell of my exploring
SHOW to upon the outside OF the aforesaid door;
surely" said /, surely it Is something Hks a
That some burglar from tue cities 40sn adding st
Let my heart be stilla moment and this mystery
'''Twas my fancy-nothiug more"
Back into my bed tumhled, with ideas rather
Soon again heard that boring, Somewhat louder
Thunder !, said I . thunderationl in the na1no of
What can be the occasion OF that racket at the door
Is itpossibIe that spirits arc playing pranks once
As hey did in times of yore?'
Much I -srvsllsd that so plainly could hear the
eound, VAich vainly
had tried 10 explain cearly-that everlasting bore.
And coadd't he agreeing Tat no living humsB
bel *
Ever Jet gas blessed with seeing ghosts at work on
lock or door.
30 Said Eay ayers as usual, wiser than before;
Shnt u2 my eyes up and soon began to snore
And when slnber's chains had bound me, saw in
dreams sr5und me,
Phantom fgp:s Sitting softly about that village
store,
And TIC dreoms had all the seeming of reality;
would thsf canning
Did a1t pyOFN 7AAcious; 1t is such an awful bore
70 wake frJn pleasant visions, perchance of days
long g1le 2f're,
70 return, all neyermorel
In the morning, when Aurora rose in splendor and
in glory III
was busy sweeping dirt from off the well-worn
And i happened to ''diskver'' what had caused me
'Twss soothing but rdthoIe near the bottom of the
door
MADE by losg -taiIed midnight ranger,-only that,
and nothing more
''I6sIg oY' feH sore.
And that rst-hoe there remaining,-covered DER,
yntremaipisg,
NeEr the 2GCg-sill, at the bottom of the righthand
entrance door,
Still reminds of the thrilling time I had, in
shooting kiiliug,
That {" coni0nnded proving villain,' who esasn't
boring Il 'Og9h the door;
And the rls from out that rathole, when the days
coiusIou's Ger
Crawl out and pisv, and ight and squeak and scam
per long the moor,
just as lively as before.
R0unds' PrSntsr's Cabinet.