Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-10-28
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themselves, as is the commencement Of the iuge-
| nious story which will be found below, entitled
| "The Fire Irons" Whilst reading it we have been
reminded ofa pathetic incident, which fell under
our own observation.
Louisa was the wife Of Henry, a respectable and
gay, giddy, and handsome, and possessed qualities
Of heart that always surrounded her with many
warm and valuable friends. Her husband, in early
life, had to contend with the rugged hand Of power
ty, and prudently postponed a matrimonial con
nexion, till he had accumulateda fortune He was,
perhaps, forty years Of age, when, in travelling
through New-Jersey, he accidentally met Louisa,
who was then about fifteen year, OF age-he adj
dressed her; her parents were pleased with mar
rying their daughter so advantassously-and in
fortnight he welded her. He was gentleman of
elegant taddress-prepossessng in his person, and 1t
is not doubted that Louisa loved him. But she was
imprudent; was familiar with the clerks who were
employed in the countins-room Of her husband
jealousy inAamed his soul |; and, before she
aware Of it, he suspected her oonstancy. Yet he
did not upbraid her. and she too artless to read
in his manners the torments that rended his soul.
Sitting one msruing at breakfast table, she hand
ed her husband cup Of coffee, on tho surface of
which Aoated particle Of butter. "My DEAR"
said Henry to Louisa. "what have you put in my
cup" Nothing" she replied-"givo it me, I'll
drink it, and you shall have another" Frowning
Indignantly he replied, ''no," and at the same in
slant dashed the coffee in her bosom. II was
enough;-tbe insul ted Louisa suspected his jealou-
sy;--was assured tina: he wa, apprshsn,ive she had
put poison in the ohaice. Almost Instantly reason
los, ifeempire; and in few days, Louisa became
confirmed maniac. She spoke not for some time,
but her day. and nights were passed in tears. Ia
moment, when those who watched her neglected
their duty, sho escaped, ani hurryng to the adja-
cent river. plunged into the waves, and was never
more heard of. Henry grew melancholy-he was
sensible that he had driven Louisa to the rash act
coon madness and despair overlook him, and, with
the contents Oft pistol he relieved himself ofthe
tortures he endured. Thus did SO small trifle
hurry two persons, once blessed with competence
and happiness, to another world, with all their
imperfectons on their heads. A child, then an in
the melancholy talo of her wretched parents.
That we may not be charged with plagiarism, il
i, proper to add that whilst writing for another pa
per, some years since, published the substance OF
this little tale.
THE FIRE-lRONs, OR FAMILY QUARRELs.
Mr.. Chose was gravely reading the
original Haien Slawkenbergius, at one
side Of the fire, and Mrs. Chose was dar-
ming old worsted stockings on the other.
By some untoward accident, the fire.
irons were all on Mrs. Chose's side
INV DEAR said Mr.. c.. how miserable
it makes me to gaze on any thing that
looks un-uniform; be kind enough, my
dear, to let me have the poker on my
side.' Mrs. Chose, who was busy taking
a long stitch at the time, replied, 'Pll
give it you presently, my love- Nay,
pr'ythee put me out of pain at once ',is
absolutely distressing to my eye, the
fireplace looks like pig with one ear.
One fddle-stick How can you be SO
excessively whimsical p 'How do ye
mean, whimsical p Lord, man I! dom,
be so plaguy fdgetty.' mo, Madam,
am no such thing! Pray, Sir, do no,
put yourself into such Auster.' / tell
you l am not in fuster.' / say, Sir,
you are. For shame How can you
you throw yourself in such passion ?
Il in a passion = Yes, Sir, you are.
''Tis false ''Tis true (! Madam, tits
no such thing:' S'death, do you think
that TIL submit to such provoking Ian
guageP You shall submit I WON'T
'You SHALL Il shan't.' 'PIl make
you 'You can't by Heavens, Ma.
DAM by Heavens. SIR Hold your
tongue, Mrs. Chose Il won't, Mr.
Chose At it they went, ding dong,
with poker and tongs. The more he
ranted, the more she raved ill at last
vIeing to outdo each other in provoca
ton, the contention ran so high, that Mr.
L 4 Is.xs.