The native Virginian. [volume] (Orange Court House, Va.) 1867-187?, 1868-01-31
NUMBER IL.
MORE COPY.
A PARODY on PoE's RAVEN.

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Once in August, wet and dreary, sal
the writer, weak and weary, ponderine
o'er memorandum book of items useC
before; book of serawliiig head-notes
rather--items, taking days to gather
them, in hot and sultry weather, (usinp
up much time and leather) ponderina
DER. While we c9nnd them, slowly
rocking (throuSh our mind queer ideas
Hocking,) came a quick and nervous
knocking--knoo.ling at the sanetum
door. "Sure, that must be Jinks, we
muttered--"Jinks that's knocking al
the door, Jinks, the everlasting bore.''
All, we'll do we remind us, in the
walls which then confined us, the 'ex-
changes lay behind US, and before US
and around us, DER the door," Thinks
we, "Jinks wants to borrow some pa
pers till tomorrow, and it will be re-
lief from sorrow to get rid of Jinks, the
bore, by opening wide the door," Still
the visitor kept knocking knocking
louder than before.
And the scattered piles of papers cut
some rather curious capers, being lifted
by theIbreezes coming through another
door; and we wished (the wish was evil,
for one deemed always civil) that Jinks
was at the d-l, to stay there for ever
more; there to find his leyel-Jinks, the
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nerve-unstringing bore !!
:. Bracing up our patience firmer, then,
without another murmur s'Mr. Jinks,
your pardon, your forgiveness we i'm
plore; but, the fact is, we were reading
Of some curious proceeding, and thus it
was I'm needing your loud knocking
there before" Here we opened wide
the door. But, phancy now our phe-
links, for it wasn't JinKs, the bore
Jinks nameless evermere
But the form that stood before us
cansed a trembling to come DER us, and
memory bore us back again to days OF
yore; days when items were in plenty,
and where 'er this. writer went he pick
ed up items by the score, Twas the
form of our ''devil,' in an attitude nn-
civil, and he thrust his head within the
door, with ''rhe foreman's out of copy,
and says he wants some more" Yes,
like Alexander, wanted ''mo4e.'
"Now, this ''local" had already walk
ed about till nearly dead-he had saun-
tered through the city till his feet were
| sore-walked the street called Dauphlp
and by-ways running Off into portions
of the city both public anG obscure; has
examined store and cellar, and had
questioned every "feller" whom we
met, from door to door, if anything was
stirring-any accidents occurring
published heretofore-and met with no
success; he would rather kinder guess
he felt little wicked at that ugly bore,
with his message from the foreman that
he "wanted something more.n
snow it's time you were departing,
you scamp!' cried we upstaring; s.get
you back into the otliee-ofllce where
you were bcfore-or the words which
you have spoken will get your bones all
broken" (and we seized cudgel, oxen,
that was lying on the tloor.) Take
your hand out OF your pockets, and
leave the sanctum door; tell the fore
man there is no copy, you ugly little
bore. Quoth the devil, :'send him
more" ,,..,-.-4 .5.=a
And our devil, never sitting, still is
fitting, still is fitting back and forth
upon that landing just ontside cur sane
tum door. Tears adown his cheeks are
streaming-streaming light from his
eyes is beaming-and his voice is heard,
still screaming, "Sir, the foreman wants
some more !" ....-.l...# .#....
And our soul, pierced with that screa-
ming, is awakened from its dreaming.
and has lost the peaceful feeling it had
before; for the fancy which comes DER
us, that our readers face before lis
bears the horrid word-"We want a lit
tie more !" Words upon their fore
heads cleaning, "Your funny columns
needs 4 little more"