The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1838-07-24

perhaps, in the city," replied Mrs MOTIFS, ''put
) nv reason for adopting this method with my
daughters | think weighty ones"
"Will Won please give them lo,us" said Clara.
"With great pleasure answered Mrs. motifs,
"though fear you may find my explanation
rather tedious. / had the misfortune to lose my
mother when quite young INhad but the iaintest
recollection of her weet voice and smiling ten
derness. Soon after her death my father
married and placed me at public boarding
school, where l had every opportunity of i'm
proving my mind and person. Here remained
till my eighteenth year, wheD with fathers ac-
quiescence was married to Mr. Morris, then a
lawyer, with nothing but his profession.
We were, as all married persons should BE-
very much attached, and my highest earthly
wish was TO please my husband. He desired
that we might Immediately commence house
Keeping, as he longed for the quiet happiness of
home. | looked forward with the most ineXpres-
sble anxiety to that event, as had not the most
distant idea of the course which | might be
expected to pursue. However, hoped for the
best. We were soon settled in small neat
house, convenient and well adapted to all our
necessities. My husband had also provided
| from the Intelligence office, "a maid OF all
works" she had hardly commenced operations
when perceived that she was quite incapable
of performing the dnties of her station. Our
bread was hard, sour, unpalitable in every posi-
BILE way; our meats and vegetables either
|
went into my pretty little kitchen, but what
could do? | was ignorant as an iutant. de-
termned to bear it another week, hoping she
might improve. Days passed and no change.
l began to see a cloud coming over my husbands
brow. At last he spoke,-"Emma think we
had better change our servant, this fare is rather
too lard" | assented. The next morning poor
Sally departed, and in her place we obtained Il
most excellent cook. My husband smiled, and
was happy; bun alas, my happiness was but of
short continuance,-Hettyh had most uncon-
troIled and it would seem most uncomfortable
temper. She would not bear the least interler-
ence, at times, if | but entered the kitchen, IL
storm arose, which generally ended in destruction
among crockery, hardware, &c. You cannot
| imagine, my dear young ladies, how permitted
myself to be abused and trampled on by this
woman. Week after week, crushed my self
respect into The dust, that might have the salts
faction of seeing my husband happy. dreaded
a return the awful days of chaotic coufu sion,
which had marked our commencement
| Mr.. Morris very social in his disposition,
and had of late, often invited company 20 our
house. One mornicg he requested me to give
orders for dinner, with the expectation of enter
tanning some college acquaintances whom he had
not seen for years. and to whom he was much
attached.
went into the kitchen to do so; but, uniortu-
natev, IIetty was i'm particular bad humor and
raised her voice so high that it reached the par
lor. My husband came out, and expressed his
Misrepresentation most painly-an insolent answer
"a few words more-and found myself with
out a servant--colnpany invited-a large dinner
TO be prepared-apd no knowledge or ability to
commence H.
"WelI. Emma, l." said Mr. Morris, "whnt is TO
be done? the invitation has been given, and can
! not well he Withdrawn or postponed, as they
leave town Tomorrow,
| 81 will do nv best" answered. Heihanked
me, and affctonately regarding me for moment,
said ''don't he over anxious DEAR wish you TO
appear the better, as [ have been silly enough
to boast very little to Sedly, who is yet bach
elor."
Dinner came at length, and |, worn out with
fatigue and anxiety, appeared in the dnngroom
to welcome my guests. My husband had sent
home the Office hoy, to act as waiter, and oddly
enough did he get on. Atanoher time should
have laughed, but now l was too much perplex-
ed The soup was passabe. But Alb, now
comes the horrors. The beef completely over
done. / sat in ogony-saw my husband com
mence carving the turkey,-raw, absolutely raw
Nervous and agitated, as had been, L could
endure il no longcr--burst into a passionate flood
of tears, and rushed from the room.
The guests soon departed, and heard my bus
bands step on the stairs. would have fled from
him. ] knew that had mortified him deeply.
buried my face in my hands, and wept afresh
He came to me, drew me gently TO his bosom,
parted the curls from my forehead, and kissed
away tie tears said, "my beloved l sympathse
with yon."
"Oh," sobbed ], 81 ought not to have become
your wife. | am unworthy, incapable"
II am going to make you proposition, my
lear Emma, which hope will not offend you.
have maiden aunt, excellent house-keeper,
shall she visit you, and aid YOU in some little
matters, by her experiences"
"Oh, thank you, thank you; yon are too kind"
Aunt Rachel came. Dear old lady, she bore
with me most patiently. Many and bitter were
my struggles with my pride, but they we're all
repaid, oh, how amply, when my husband sat
down to the first dinner Of my cookng and,
smiling, thanked me for my sacrifice.
When my lovely Lucy was placed in my arms,
| resolved that she should never know the an
guish that had so embittered the first days OF my
otherwise blissful marriage.
A strange idea has OF late, find, gained ground
in our country; that it is disreputabe for woman
to know any thing of domestic affairs. ms
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