The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1871-03-09
Original srtitlss.
For The Democratic Advocafs.
SCENES FROM MY WINDOW.
BY srRArnMoRE.

1t may be true, but do1bt very much if
St. Anthony and his followers ever had
better opportunity, away off there in the
desert, Of learning the one great lesson so
earnestly taught in all nonastic schools, to
know ourselves, than I have in my corner
here, waiching-yes ! may as well confess
tiny neighbors. But | am sure there can
be no possible harm in II in my case. A
solitary being, with nothing but my books,
Dodo the cat, and an ancient green parrot,
whose speech is only little less malicious
than that of many human companions, ii
is a tenn atatiou, | find irresistible to lie back
in my cosy arm chair, these longahernoons,
andamuse myself with other people affairs.
Do yoa see that young girl going by p
Every day she trips just as quickly past my
window. find myself wondering about
her-ber home, occupations, and even the
hopes aud fears that are hidden in her own
innoeent heart. She has sweet face, and
sometimes whsa her soft brown eyes glance
upward at ny louely wiadow, fancy I can
see lock Of pity for my foaorn, old. maid
ish appearance. steal over that almost
childish face. have made out ia my own
mind little domestic history, in which she
is the heroine. Trp away GAR maiden, to
the home and the IoSsa ones who await you
there, yoar bright young face must never
know the shadows of sorrow axd loneliness.
Here comes my Bohemian zee with what
careless grace he walks siopg. Yos would
never think he So. up last night long after
midnight over the manuscript he is carrying
thi5 pslnest ia his pocket. He is hasdseme
as Apollo. Now he stops TO give penay
to the little bare footed street sweeper, who
has learned to look for him and for the
penny. Editors are queeraaairs some; mes;
we don't know what they intend to say TO
us; whether they will send US away from
their sanctum with light heart and we'll
filled purse, or with the Ms. resting in our
pockets, and shadow of disappointment
on our brow. But have no fears for my
Bohemian. He will be sure to get Cham.
pagne supper to morrow night with his
literary brothers.
Dear mel who ever invented these
wretehed hand.organs, I wonder. Surely
Jubal would have crushed in bis heart all
love for sweet harmony could he have seen
how musical taste would be perverted
There he is again, Bohemian Of quite
another class. have tried to make out a
little biography ofhim too sweet Italian
home, where tho very tones Of the yoiceare
modulated to exquisite melody but some
how fancy fails. A dark, grand looking
fellow, something between brigand and
beegar, with the ugliest monkey that ever
danced to the hi locus music of hand
organ. Bridget shows her Fenian proclivi-
ties by laughing and clapping her hands,
whiletherery original and charnaing melody
of " Wearing Of the Green falls on the
charmed air Of the kitchen area opposite
my window. Now he is looking up, right
into my face. Has he no compassion, or
does he intend to give me penance for
some unrepented sin? He is beginning
again ! How frantically the monkey dances
to the enlivening strains Of" Money Musk
l am desperate, can stand it no longer Up
goes my window, and the rattling of pennies
on the pavement below produce the desired
effect.
Here comes one who makes me always
little dissatisfied with my lonely lot. A
very respectable head Of the family going
home from his business duties. can see
the smile come into his eyes as his hand
dives down into his pocket, something
better than manuscripts there, at least
Johnny will think so when papa makes him
shut his eyes and hold out his chubby little
hand for the great yellow orange that he
has hought for him. Ali yes It does make
my heart ache to see in fancy the meeting
tonight Of this father and his wife and boy.
Now be stops before neat, white house,
and sec Johnny jump down from his ele.
waited position at the window where he has