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we nave been SItttHS some TWO HOufS at our table, and not a solitary soul has been in to sit down at 1t. Not soul-and the evening Is wearing away-and the town is getting still. After all, the editors table IS but lonely place, when our kindly readers are not sitting behind it. Who says that we are not an open-hearted, careless and conversational fellow? Such an one, in short, as IS ever more sinned against than shining? An editors life is life of per plexities and troubles. Ideas or no ideas, hss quantum of editorial matter must be duly written out-and if his devil fall sick, of his foreman have an ague, into the type boxes go his fingers. Poverty IS an edi- tors tutelary goddess-and hard work and poor pay are hts constant and abiding fate. But luckily hers comes an old friend of ours, to interrupt the current of our grun1- biing-an occupation very pleasant to the grumbler, but not so much so 10 his read- CTS. Our friend Horace O'Suilivan should have an introduction to our readers. He IS son of Erin. Need we say any thing more, to elucidate his character? If so, we have no time, for here he comes. Good evening to you, Horry!

 .'The same to yourself, Misther EditeF, an how are ye, the evening""

 "Well-as usual. We were just grum- bling about the troubles of an Editor

 '.An' what were ye saying to yeerself?n

 .Nothng but the common troubles of our tribe. We are something like the chil- dren of Tshmael-our hand is against every man, and every mans hand is against us. ]"

 "Ye're queer set of geniuses. Always in hot water-and I'll be telling ye that there are Q great many weak brethren among you. Plenty who don't know B. from a bulls feot.p

 s.True indeed. t is astonishing to ob- serve how many of our editors are only the echo to take up tie cry which their file lead CTS give out. There Is one set who follow the Globe, just as flock of sheep. When ever the Globe makes gap, through itthey go-one after the other every one bawl- ing as he gees. There IS nothing about which so much ontcry Is made, as editorial ependence--and yet, how little is there of 1t in the corps. Let leading paper change one of its opinions, or approve the unconstitutional movements of some dema- gogne in power, and a hundred papers are seen whirfing about, and "going on 'tother tack.'

 'sAye-aad how many of them are like fellows looking out for Telegraph signal --or some Intelligence from head quarters9 I tell you, sir, am sick of the cant of pa- triotisn, and the slang of party. Consis- tency and independence! Upon my sowl! to look for them among such men, is like hunting gold among the sands of the Ar kansas. Give me an independent editor, even if he is in the wrong. Ii is better to be honestly in the wrong than corruptly in the right"

 s1Infnitely-hut we won't rail at our bre- thren. What do you think of the political wosldlp

 "Think! Why, between the lies of one editor and the fibs of another, it is very bard to know what to think

 "True. There lie twenty papers --and among them we have been struggling for the last two hours, like Milton's hero in the darkness of Chaos-striving to come at the truth. On the whole, we can only learn that the prospects ofWhite are aattering in the extreme. It is too late now to attempt to run him off the field. Webster can not be run--and will not. The choice must be between Van Buren and White-and we do not-can not--will not believe. that the chivaErous West will prefer the managing and intriguing New Yorker to one of them selves-an honest and upright man. The Northern States-opposed to slavery. and naturally desrous of advancing their own sectional interests, must prefer Van Buren.