The Sun.
London, England, 1858-09-15 00:00:00

A singular adventure befel an illustrious member
of the Papal Court during the recent high ecclesias-
tical demonstration at Ballinasloe. The distinguished
individual being introduced to a convent in that
town, promised to call upon the sisters on the fol-
lowing morning, and give them an early mass, be-
fore his departure for train by Dublin. But they are
earlier birds, it seems, in Italy than on the west of
the Shannon, for when the Monsignor presented
himself at 5 o'clock a.m. before the door, wrapped in
a mantle, such as Jesuits wear, which
covered both
his quality and purpose from the external world,
the whole town was locked in the arms of ,
Mor-
pheus. In vain did he knock and pull at the bell.
The ladies were not yet out of their first sleep; and.
an old woman, who thrust one of her eyes out of the
attic casement, shut it down again with a bang,
having first threatened to call " the poalus." Nor
was her denunciation without its effect. A guardian
of the night, baton in hand, came upon the dis-
turber, and 'roughly demanded, " What are yc
doing there ?" " As you see," replied his reverence,
" I knock and ring ;" and suiting the act-on to the
word, he took another strong pull at the knob, and
performed a loud sassaraa with the knocker. "Oh
come, my good fellow," said Dcgberry, " this is too
much of a good thing ; go home to your mire and
tell her to take care of you." " lam wecided here,"
said the Monsignor with dignity, laying his open
palm carelessly upon the sill—." wedded to this in-
stitution, and have no other wife in the world ;"
and again goes the knocker, rat-tat-tat tatterarara-
rarara ra'! "Is it married you say you are ? and
to the blessed ladies in this house ?" cries the en.
raged preserver of the peace, " You b—y Souper ;
I'll tache you to keep a civil tongue in your head,
I will." And thereupon he seized a fell grip of
Monsignor's collar, and drove him on before. him,
gasping, foaming, sputtering, and recalcitrating
even to the door of the station-house, into which
he pushed him with such a will that it was a mercy
his reverence did not tumble headlong over a wo-
man who was down on her knees washing the pas-
sage. "The cross of Christ be over us all," exclaimed
the startled woman, rising from the ground, and in
a moment recognising the Monsignor, whom she
had seen on the previous day adumbrating the Car-
dinal—" What had his reverence been about? Was

he larking ?" " I believe you," said the policeman,
" but what are you talking about reverence ? It's a
big juniper he is, and nothing else." An explana-
tion quickly ensued, of which the result was that
the Monsignor, still "in a sultry chafe," walked
forth disenthralled, emancipated, and free, leaving
the penitent strectkeeper on his marrowbones. By
the time he came back to the nunnery- all the sis-
ters were astir in their best bibs and tuckers, and
he finished his mass without further interruption.
When the dignitary returns to Rome we hope he
will not fail in candour to tell his lord, the Pope,
how the laws ' and the civil authorities of heretic
England guard the inmates of Romish institutions,
though they be contrary to law, from even the sus-
picion of wrong or insult in this land of " persccu-
tion."—Dublin Mail.