Maumee City express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1838-184?, 1839-11-02

| One moment lOF CThule, tne next 1OT grave,
They've worn out the old church bell.
Ding dong,
Farewell now,
And farewell long.
BOTH SIDES OF THE PICTURE
'ls the boy slckl asked Mr.. Lindley
with look of anxiety and alarm, as he en-
tered the room, and saw his young and beau
tifnl wife, sitting beside the cradle of he
sleeping infant, weeping most bitterly. Il
the boy sickf
'No,' answered the afflicted lady, 'he il
quite WE'LL
'Then what ls the matter my dear Emf
ly? what occasions this food of tears!
Mr.. Lindley seated himself beside his wife
and took her hand while speaking.
/ am worn out with this perpetual con
inement,' answered Mrs. Lindley; 'tm.
unvarying round of dull domestic care''
Perpetual confinement my dearn sale
Mr.. Lrndley; 'did you not spend yesterday
with your mother? and take drive into the
country the day beforel--Come, dearest
dry your tears, and listen to an interesting
book brought home with me, purposely lc
read aloud to you.'
Your book would be but poor substi
tute for society," said Mrs. L,ndley, who
still sat with her head inclined, looking the
very picture of sorrow and discomfort; ] ain
suffering for society--sutfering to mingle
again with the world as used to do AT.
ter momentary pause, she continued
'Sophla was in just now-dressed SO beau.
lifully !-on her way to Mr.. Whitewell's
party. All the world will be there, poor
exceptcdr A fresh gush of tears called
anew for the use of her handkerchief.
Young ladies have little else to do thar
attend parties, SAID Mr.. Lin6ley; we
happily have better gements, and more
precious Pleasures
sMarried ladies' seem no more confined
than single ones, except myself said Mrs
Lindley, who seemed to have heard only the
first part of her husbands remark. Mrs.
Long, and Mrs. Southwel!, and indeed all
my friends are TO be at Mr.. Whitewell's to
night.-No one but myself is in bondage.
Every one beside can have nursery maid,
md all else that is necessary to make them
comfortable and happy
81 am sorry that we cannot have nurse.
ry maid, since you think it would conduce
to your happiness; though for my own part
had rather that my dear Emily should
have the charge of our darling boy, than ell
trust him to the care of almost any hireling
that could be found
Again the first part only of what Mr..
Lndley said, seemed to meet The ear of his
wife. Her voice was never harsh-never
loud-but it certainly did sound sweetly, as
in kind orlow gutlerul she replied, 'Some
gentlemen choose to think they can afford
but very little to make wife happy!'
Mr.. Lindley dropped the hand he had till
then held within his, and rising, walked the
floor ropidly. lie did not whistle--he did
not sing-but he Just made the notes of a
tune audible, as he inhaled and exhaled the
air between his scarcely pouted llps.-After
some ten or fifteen minutes spent in this
manner, he suddenly seized the volume he
had mentioned. and seating himself near
the lamp began to turn the leaves. Mean
while Ms. Lindlev neither spoke ror mo-
we'd. Her mead rested on her hand, and her
eyes sought the carpet-but no tear fell, for
her feelinrs were too highly excited to per-
mi, th,n, 1,prer IN Aow The disturbed
husband found his book vain resource {;
and after twirling the leaves few minutes,
lie threw it on the table and left the room.
The next moment his wife heard the street
door close behind him.
Then, indeed, came fresh flood of ftea,s.
This she exclaimed, as she covered her
face with her hands, 'This is the sympathy
he feels for mel Mrs. Lndley was now
wrought up to real agony. The infant al
this moment awoke-and clasplng him TO
her bosom she cried-sYes, darling, your
fathers feelings are such toward your poor
mother, that to avoid her society, he is even
willing to leave you, dearly as he loves
youp
With the unconscious infant graded in
her arms, the mother indulged herself in
looking back on the glded scenes of her
vouthoor rather of her unvaried life-for
her youth was yet in all its freshness and