Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-02-13
ALEXANDRIA GAZETTE
quitting TO RIGHTS"

Is any one I0n0 OF taTietys ,et MIN mdrry-t
speak it oracularIy, and in fall defiance Of the
generally received opinion ofthe dull monotony
of the marriage life. affirmit to be neither dull
nor monotonOus; but on the contrary, source Of
infinite variety. and as such ctn recommend it
though to say the truth, weresI obliged to write
my schoolcOpies over again, II SonId 60 against
my conscience to sag that :. Varietyris char
ming"
The fact is, am literary nan. and get nv
living by my pen. am hossehold drudge TO
editors Of magazines, booksellers. aud gentlemen
who wish ohave literary reputation, without
the trouble OF writing books. You NAV there.
fore suppose, that 1uetuds and domestic COM
fort is essential to my success. Now my wife
does not think so, or at least her ideas of domes
tic comfort differ SO materially RON mine, as TO
render il much the same thing She is never
happy but when the house is perfect chaos with
securing, busting. and above all, e" putting TO
rights" She would be delighted il troop of sol.
diers were quartered on her for the pleasure Of
putting things " to rights" afterwards II she
walked in her sleep, it would be with dustsr in
her hapd.-If she were ever tempted to puro,n.
it would be yellow soap. The very pain, Oh my
doors and wainscot is given way in picturesque
streaks to the original deal by repeated sc"ur.
ing--and there is more bread consumed in rnb,
bling the paper on my Parlour walls than would
feed my family.
1t will be rubbed OF suon. have not chair
or table in thy house but what is ricketty with
continued polishns;- that is what my wife calls
" taking care Of the furniture" But OH that
putting to rights" Paper, pants, chairs and
tables, might all go, if could be spared that hor-
ror. IL | die, the verdict of the coroner's jury
will surely be, died Of ''putting to rights"
have good sized table to ~, sclf-a writing
table-on this is spread my various notes and
papers. whether preparing an article for the
magazine, correcting a manuscript for publish.
CT, or writing hook 70, an author To an Or
binary eye every thing may appear in confusion
there, but TO me it is in perfect order. can
place my finger upon every thing want But
be Z" pnt to rights" The moment my back is
turned, therefore, the process commences. The
table is rubbed and polished ill the joints creak
asain-the drawers are all turned topsy-lurvy,
and the papers bundled up and cra,nmed a"av in
places where it will take ne month to find
them again.
Never shall forget the hubbub, we were in
for a whole week. when the child exhibited
symptoms Of a fea bite The house was scrub.
bed from garnet to cellar, blankets were secured,
carpets beat, windows and doors open day and
night, until she caught--a violent cold, and l.
the rheumatism. But in order that you may
have more vivid sense Of my enjoyments,
will give you my diary for day.
March i5.-Rose at 8 o'clock-vcry cold,
little snoe upon the sround-my wife rises an
hour earlier she, careful creature, is determined
the servant shall have M opportunity for making
tea and toast for the policeman-got ont OF bed
OIL to the cold foor-my wife says. that carpets
harbor dust, aud not beautiful in bed rooms-
shave with cold water, teeth chatterIng with
cold, and cut myself--cau't get hot water, my
wifi. saws cold waters brac,ng
Come down at last, stiff as an icicir, and blue
as the choera-fnd windows and doors all vide
open-my wife SAYS. a sell ventilated house,
makes things sweet and wholesome. and keeps
dust from settling find little green smoke in.
stead Of fire, struggling through host OF cInders
walk briskly up and down the room blowing
my fusers-no signs Of breakfast, can't get the
kettle to boil servant employed in the interim
whitening the door steps; street door open, Of
course, cutting northeast wind finding ITS way
into ones very marrow. Enter. at last, bright
tea kettle, placed at respectable distance from
the green smoke-bit of bread sized here and
there, aud called tuast-tea made with lukewarm
water, better that tea should he weak, than the
the bright tea kettie ne Dlat kPu 50 my VIE Says
try in vain to get on my boots,hnd scrubblng
brush in one. and a dusler IN the other.
About o'clock fnd my way out, aud toll all
day among publishers, editors, &c withou, sue
cess, return hungry and d,spiritrd, hoping, though
with some misgivine, to find comfort at nome
turn the corner Of the street where live and
view with dismay volume Of dust the do"ny re.
sdue Of bedroom sweepings, and tea leaves fly.
ing with the velocity Of light. through the street
door of my domicile-not my house on Gre. and
dozen engines playing upon it, could convey to
nv senses more appalling 'mage-heard half
dozen miserable children in the street. squaling
..Home, sweet home. there's no place like home"
joined in the chorus. My mind made up to
the worst. by the sight Of the airing process. l
rush EDWARDS and knock at the door. They know
my knock inside. and therefore in no hurry to
come-cutting northeast wind with sleet.-the
door opened a. last, and back door, being Of Of
wind, stormy enough to spring the fore topmast
Of a man Of war-my hat flies into the middle Of
the street-striving 10 save it, my umbrella goes