The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1874-11-27
More Copy.

The following parody of POe's" Raven"
Is so good that we know our readers will
appreciate it, and thank US for reproduc-
| ing it:
Once in August, wet and dreary, sat
this writer, weak and weary, pondering
Ger a memorandum book of items used
before book of scrawling head notes,
rather, items, taking days to gather, in
not and sultry weather, (using up much
time and leather,) pOndered we these
| items Ger. While we connid them.
slowly rocking Through our mind queer
ideas fiOcking), came quick and nerv-
Gus notwithstanding at the sanetum
door. "Sure, that must be Jinks," we
muttered-"Jinks that's knocking at
our door; Jinks, the everlasting bore"
All, well do we remind us, in the walls
which then confined us, the Tex
changes" lay behind us, and before us,
and around us, all DER the floor. Thinks
we, "Jinks wants TO borrow some news
papers till tomorrow" and twill be re-
lief from sorrow to get rid of ''Jinks" the
bore, by opening wide the door. Still the
visitor kept Notwithstanding at the
door. And the scattered piles of papers
cut some rather curious capers, being
lifted by the breeZes coming through
another door; and we wished (the wish
WAS evil lOE Out QCGilGu atNa1 SAfAlIf
that Jinks was at the devil, to stay
there evermore; there to find his level
links, the nerve-unstringing bore
Bracing up our patience firmer, then
without another murmur: "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 unheeding your loud knocking
there before-" Here we opened
wide the door But phancy now, our
pheelinks-for it wasn't Jinks, the bore
-Jinks, nameless evermOre But the
form that stood before US, caused a
trembling to come Ger us, and memory
bore us back again to the days of yOre-
days when items were in plenty, and
where'er this writer went he picked up
interesting items by the score. Twas
the form of our "devip' in an attitude
uncivil; and he thrust his head within
the open door, with "The foreman's out
of copy, sir! and he says he wants some
more.n Yes, like Alexander, wanted
"more ~ Now, this "lOcar' had al
ready walked about till nearly dead-he
had sauntered through the city till his
! feet were very sOre-walked through
! Che street called Dauphin, and the by
ways running off into the portions OF
the city both public and obscure; exam
ined store and cellar, questioned every
"fellerp whom he met, from door to
door, if anything was stirring-any ac-
cident occurring-not published hereto
fore-and met with no success; be would
rather guess he felt little wicked at
this ugly little bore, with his message
from the foreman that he wanted
something more" ''Now, it's time
you. were departing, you scamp ~ cried
we, upstarting; ''get you back into the
ofiice-office where you were before-or
the words which you have spoken will
get your bones all broken" (and we
seized 4 cudgel Oaken, that was lying on
the floor. 'Take your hands out of
your pockets, and leave the sanctum
door; tell the foreman there's no copy,
you ugly little bOre.n QuOth the devil,
''Send him more" Aud our devil,
never sitting, still is fitting back and
forth upon the landing just outside the
sanctum door.