THE PROFESSION A L PATRIOT.The professional patriot is a queer duck. Nature never produced him, he being an an offspring of political bigotry and sectional fanaticism.Notoriety is his subsistence, and, j in his various stages of development.i be is an all-around nuisance. He j has recently come to the front sev-1 era! timep, the most notable exam- i pies of his late outbreaks having ! been the theft of a rebel Hag from J an engine at the world’s fair, and j bombastic oilers to “replace Old ! Glory’' over the national capitol j buildings. As to the rebel llagepi-1 sode, it may be considered settled go far as the gentleman who appropriated the banner is concerned, be- I cause the deed had an opposite j effect to tnat which wa.« intended, j When Isaac B. Brown, of Corry, j sneaked upon the engine and re-1 moved the emblem of the Southern Confederacy he thought he was |strengthening bis chances for the nomination to the office of secretary of internal affairs of Pennsylvania. Previous to Mr. Brown’s exploit he was acknowledged to be Quay’s choice for the nomination, and, af | everyone knows, to be Quay’s choice Ifor anything in this State is to be the Republican party’s choice, and I generally the victor at the polls. ( But tne storm of ridicule raised by j Mr. Brown's “patriotic” action was too much for the Beaver statesman, and he removed the light of his august countenance from the flag purloiner, that gentleman’s name became Dennis instead of Isaac, and the command has gone forth to the faithful to nominate for secretary ol t internal affairs that other illustrious battle-scarred patriot, tbe incumbent, Colonel Tom Btewart, who, if he didn’t do much during tbe war, at least has not made a fool of himself since tbe war. So much for Professional Patriot Isaac B. Brown and bis punishment.But what of the numerous freakg who have been lashing themselves into a puerile patriotic passion over the alleged removal of tbe Union flag from the national capitol? What of the callow youths whose j idea of love of country is to join a ; secret society, wear regalia and, behind the protection of grip and j password, ineulat© unknown doctrines ? Is there no punishment for ; them? Well, there is. They are punished when they rush forth, Irothing at the mouth, demanding I to know if the fligs were hauled down as reported. Of course, their j sole desire is to he heard ; they wish : to become famous as would be de- ' fenders of a glorious emblem, not j knowing that while thinking they are wedding fame they are only j courting notoriety. Sensible citi-izens laugh at them, and tender-hearted people pity them when the fact is made public that the Hags were not hauled down because tbev were not raised, the bunting that had Hoated to the breezes from the | Potomac having been worn out and not yet replaced. In tbe fable the mountain labored and brought foith a mouse; in tbe latest Hag incident out of nothing was produced a lotof asinine imbeciles.—Pittsburg Post. l