Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1844-10-18

''Ah! my dear, how vexatious you are;
some times. may or may not have put
on more wood. am trying 10 read an
article which interests me, and YOU must
needs interrupt me about paltry stick Of
wood - "a
The domestic gentleman is silent. and
contents himself with whisting to himself
in low tone, a thing which he is in the
habit Of doing when he is dissatisfied with
a reply. .. 1888
A. breakfast the butter arrests his atten::
ton.
"How much did you pay for This bus-
teri" he asks. p
81 don't know, I'm sure"
Don't know! Good heavens! what do
you meant"
1.-The servant purchased it."
"You learned the price from her. 81
course?"
Eyes, yes-I remember, il was thirty.
six cents, believe
"You believe! Here! Sally, Sally!"
The servant makes her appearance aud
is arraigned before the domestic man.
"How much was this butter, Sallyl'
"Fhirty-slx cents, SIR
"Thirty-six cents pound!"
"Of course-it was mt thirty-six cents d
irkin," replies the young lady, with dis:
dainful and rather daring curl of the lip f;
and as she leaves the room she INDUCES
herself with the housemaid's luxury of
slamming the door behind her.
"Thirty-six cents pound!" repeats the
domestic man. 'Thitty-six cents! 1t il
truly frightful to think of! I ate some
capital butter at Bilson's the other morn
ing, and he only paid thirty-two cents;
Bilson's butter was the better of the two."
When the housemaid commences the
daily task of sweeping the room-a task
which would seem to carry its reward with
1t, to judge by the cheerful zeal with which
it is commonly performed the domestic
husband is always before the servants
broom; peering into every corner, solicit
tous TO detect cobwebs, and pushing his
scrutiny into every hole and corner
Some time before the dinner hour, he is
accustomed to make solemn tour Of the
kitchen. He is an habiual litter of the
pot-leds, and inquisitor of tin.kitchehs and
rejecting bakers. If the old fashion of
roasting meat is still honored in his family;
he draws his stool to his chimney corner;
and bakes the crown of his head as he
bends over the fire, and whips up the turn
spit into full gallon. He hovers over an
unknown dish, in doubt awhile, and then
Summons the cook: ... IA.
''What have you here?"
"Fricassed chicken, SIR"
"Have you put in any mushrooms
"Certainly, sir.''
ut is very singular-I can't find any:
All! here have one-yes, yes, it's all
right. DO we have soup, to-day7'' ..as
Don't you see the pot OH the fret"
Every true. But let me telf you, you
spoil your soups by putting TOO many ve-
getables in them. Now how many car.
rots did you put in!'' as,
"Im' sure don't remember. Must I
count them now!"
ut will be as we'll. Stop, I'll do it for
you. I shouldn't be surprised if there were
half dozen.'' -@-a go. ..
I And the gentleman commences a painful
search for the orange-colored vegetables;
in the course of which he receives sundry
Isplashes from the unetuous e. savory soup,
and finally in tasting spoonful Of the
compound rather prematurely, he scalds
his mouth severely, without, however. re-
} ceiving the least sympathy from the cook,
10 whom such an occurrence seems to give
peculiar satisfaction. An accident of this
kind usually puts an end to his quest. and
he leaves the kitchen with diminished dig
nifty. The Betty is the peculiat aversion
of the cook. Indeed your cook seldom
remains long in the service of your domes-
tic man-she soon demands her wages and
quits his roof-but the lady of the house
is debafred the enjoyment of the servants
priyilege-for such the scandslous world
, asserts that she considers it. asks So
The wonders of corn cutting will
never cease. The other day travelling
chiropodist not only extracted a corn from
gen,leman's foot, but actually succeeded
in removing '.Bunyan" from a bookcase;
without the owner being aware Of 1t. es
conversing one day with i FASH.
ionable and pretty belle, the fascetions Mr.:
T. observed: Ladies that lisp wished