The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1845-06-14

Even on the SOIL thy hand hath taught 70 bloom
As fair garden; wherefore shouldst thou
Oh, stand erect throw ietter OF and ban,
And speak thine own free thoughts-thou art sMAN
From the London Punch.
MRS. CAUDLE'S CURTAIN LECTURES.
Mr. Caudie has again siaid out late; Mrs. Cauds al
Al sa first injured and indignanf, meits.
Perhaps, Mr.. Caudle, you'll tell me were this Is
to end; though, goodness knows, ] needn't ask
that The end il plain enough. Out-out-out!
Every nieht--every night! I'm sure, men VINO
can't come home at reasonable hours have no busi-
ness with wives; they have no right to destroy otner
people, ifhey choose TO 60 to destruction themselves
will ever marry-I hope they none Of em ever be
the slave their poor mother is: they shant, can
help it, What do you say .Nothing? Well,
don't wonder at that, Mr.. Caudle you ought to be
ashamed to speak: don't wonder that you can't
open your mouth I'm only astonished that at such
door, Though Pm your wife, must say it, do
sometimes wonder at your impudence. What do
you say .Nothing? Ha! you are an aggravating
creature, Caudle; lying there like the mummy of a
man, and never as much as opening your lips to one.
just as IL your own wife wasn't worth answering!
Itisn't 30 when you're out, Pm sure. Oh no! then
you can talk fast enough; here, there's no getting
word out of you. But you treat your wife as no
other man does--and you know il.
.Out-out every night What You haven't been out
this sceek before? That's nothing at all to do with it.
You might Just well be out all the week as
once-just! And should like TO know what could
keep you out till these hours. Business? Oh,
yesI dare say! Pretty business married man
and the father Of family must have out of doors at
one in the morning. What! shall dire you mad?
Oh, no. you haven't feelings enough to go mad
you'd be better man, Caudle, f you had. VIII
iisfen TO you? What's the use! OF course you've
some story TO put me off with--you can all do that
and laugh at us afterwards.
'No Caudle, don't saytt that. I'm not always
trying TO find fault--not ]. It's you. never
speak but when there's occasion; and what in my
time I've put up with, there isn't anybody in the
world knows. WIZ hear your story Oh, you may
tell il if you please; go only mind, shan believe
a word oft. I'm not such fool as other women
are, can tell you. There, now-don't begin to
s'--And that's your story, is il! That's your
excuse for the hours you keep That's your apol-
ogy for undermining my health and running your
family! What do you think your children will say
ofyou when they grow up,,-going and throwing
acquaintance Hes not pot-hotss acquaintance?
Who is he, them Come, you haven't told me that,
but i know--it's that PRETTYMAN Yes, to be sure
it is! Upon my ifel Well I've hardly patience to
lie in the bed! I've wanted silver teapot five
years, and you must 60 and throw away as much
money as-what You hapent throon il a,cay?
Haven'tyoui Then my names not Margaret, that's
all | know!
'sA man gets arrested, and because he's taken from
hiswfe and family, and locked up, you must go and
trouble your head with it! And You must be mixing
yourself up with nasty sheriff,s officers-pah! I'm
sure you're not fit to enter decent house--and go
rnnnng from lawyer to lawyer to get ball. and settle
the business, as you call III A pretty settlement
you'll make of it--mark my words! Yes-and to
mend the matter, to finish it quite, you must be one
Of the bail! That any man who isn't born fool
should do such thing for another! Do you think
anybody would do as much for your Yes? You say
yes? Well, only wish--just to show that I'm
right only wish you were in condition to try 'em
You'd find the dference-that you would.
WHATS other peoples affairs to your If you
were locked up, depend upon it, there's not soul
would come near you. No; it's all very fine now,
when people think there isn't chance Of your being
in.rouble-but should only like to see what they'd
say to you ifyou We're in sponging-house. Yes
~ should enjoy that, just to show you that I'm
alwaysrighi. What do you say' You think better
you could afford il but you're not in means, know
10 think so well ofpeope as all that. And Of course
they only laugh at you. sCadue's an easy fool, ;
they cry-l know il, as well If heard em-'Cau-
dies an easy fool, anybody may lead him.. Yes;
anybody but his own wife; and she--of course-is
nobody.
sAndnow, everybody that's arrested will of course
sand TO you. Yes, Mr.. Caude, you'll have your hands
fan now, no doub, Of it. You'll soon know every
sp3nging-house and every sherf's officer in London
lave enough to do to from lawyer to lawyer after
the business of other people. Now, it's no use call
ing me dear soul-not bit! No; and shan't put
il off till tomorrow. 1t isn't often / speak, but
,oN speak now.
III wish that PRErrYMAN had been at the bottom
Of the sea betore--what' II isn't Preityman! Ha!
It's very well for you to say SOL but know it is It's
jas, like him. He looks like man that's always in
,isLt--that's always in a sponging-house. Anybody
1n;yhtswearit knew it from the very first time you
L4apght him here--from the very night he put his
nasty, dirty wet boots on my bright steel fender.
Any woman could see what the fellow was in min
Ute. PRErTrMAN! pretty gentleman, truly, to be
iobbing your wife and family!
"Why couldn't you let him stop 1.-THE sponging
Now don't cali upon heaven in that way, and
ask me to be quiet, for won't. Why couldn't you
let him stop therei He got himself in; he might
have got hlnsefout again. And You must keep me
awIae, break my sleep, my health, and, for what
you care, my peace of mind. Hat every body but
you can.see how Pm breaking. You can do all this
while you're talking with set Of low bailifs! A
great deal you must think of your children, to go
into q 'awy,r's Office.
4 "And then you must be bal--you must be bound
for MIR Prettyman YOU may say bound Yes
---yba've your hands nicely tied now. How he
langts IN you-and serves you right Why, in an
other week he will be in the East Indies; Of course
he win And you'll have to pay his debt; yes,
your children may go in rags, SO tn at Mr.. Pretty
man--what do you sayi isn't Pre,iyman? |
know tetter. Well, if tisn't Prettyman that's kept
you out, lift isn't Prcttyman you're bailed for
who is il them What My Brother? Brother Tom!
OH Caudle dear Caude"--
g twas to much for the dear SOUL" says Caudle;
"she sobbed as if her heart would break, and ~
and here the Ms. is blotted, as though Caude
himself had dropt tears as he wrote.
WONDERFUL LAND SLIDE IN THE TOWN OF War
SAW, ULsrER COUNTY, N. "a correspondent,
writing from Ulster, says;
"Never, within the recollection of our Oldest cti.
zens, has nature given such awful demonstrations Of
her freals in this vicinity, as happened here few
weeks since. On the night of the Sd Of May last,
large tract Of land comprising portion Of the farms
Of j. Fl. b. Dimond and ]. G. Bruyn broke loose
and was carried by the force of its own gravity
about l6O yards, carrying with il fruit trees, and