Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1844-06-01
From the NeD Orleans Picayune.
SCENE IN A sANCTUN.

WIN great energy.
Even so dropped into oblivion the changing
shadows OF evening. Fold after fold of the
golden, tinted clouds pass from before the vision
and while in ecsiutic revery, the mind scars a.
way into heavenly conceptions'-
please Sir, is the editor in = says an excel,
lent daughter of Hbernia, with an innocent
preliminary arrangement of the next genera.
ton in her arms
There he is behind the curtain saws one of
the clerks
ITS there he is, is Il!
Yes
And can 60 in there =
yes, yes!'
whispers he dacent =
as he uhot p
The editor gintlemen-he's not dangerous p
Perfectly ferocious'
Now, is he attrocious, and no charity Cor a
lone woman =
20, try him, try him--don't bother me-
Good morning. Sir, says the woman, cross
ing herself inside Of the little green baize door.
The editor bends low over the paper, and
scratches away harder than ever:
while the soul gently yields itself to those
sacred emotions only to be known when the
calm and peace and starry loveiness is near
Plcse, Sir, may have word with you ,
Good woman, what do you want = exclaims
the editor, dashing his pen on the floor. and
running his ten 'pickers and steelers' furiousy
through the hair.
lint! tut! now, don't be a,trocious, there's
a honey!
what do you ,cant p
well, thin, troth it's not much, and can
tell you, il you'll moi give way to your ,imper
and be attrocious with me, as the young man
told me-,
I'D give five dimes for the privilege of
swearing five minutes at the woman mn,ters
the editor between his teeth, as he poke, his
head under the table in search of his pen.
so thin, I'll not detain your attention long ;
tor troth, and sure enough for ye, it's better
business must be troubling the like of yes
The woman lays her little bundle OF mortal
animation upon the table, and deliberately takes
possession of chair drawing in a confidential
and mysterious manner toward the editor
well, 90 on what do you want ?
PHASE, Sir, am from Ireland
Good gracious, madam, you needn't tell me
that
'Whisht, now,--be aisy I'm from Ireland
and its an honest living I'D be getting, and
that's jist what brings me to Yourself, and true
it is, that I'm tellin' you, the Lord preserve us
all for that same >
birthstone and you want place =
'rhe blessings of St Dennis be upon you,
and may the sun ever smile upon the likes OF
yes
What are you praying abou, say, do you
want place =
And what for shouldn't | pray, to be sure
and slandhur II is, by the same token, for the
youth at the books there, tho he may be your
son, for he looks enough like you--and It's
handsome he is, at that--slandhur it is Sr, To
say yonr attrocious, when no one could be kind
er to lone woman, and
'Razors and red ink how shall get rid Of
this woman! James, foy heavens sake, take
this woman out of here and attend to her. It's
the old story-sae wants 10 advertise for a
place. and she's got no money TO puy for it
and she has just buried her grand mother-aud
there do every thing she wants-take Ler
away
The woman goes to the clerks desk, and
the editor resumes his writing
Then 1t Is that rosy JOY seems to dance
laughngly before US along the primrose path
of happiness, and
Here the editor stops, scratches his head, and
commences another visual exploration of the
cobweb in the corner, while the woman con.
tinues dstracliDg his thoughts by talking to the
clerk out side.
'Yis, Sir, ii's maid servant, sure, or a nurse
for children, or anything +; and sure enough the
gentleman rs attrocious-nan and the Lord as
slst him-I suppose It's politics that's dementing
him.
The editor resolutely scratches away upon
the paper again:
Absorbed in a sweet calm of the spirit, we
glow with gratitude for the rapture of breathing
life-the serenity Of twilight awahens every