Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1845-12-18
NJ i S o Is u u a n & o
FROM THE NEW yoRK KNIcKERBocKER.
The HUSBAND WHO PLAYED THE BACHELOR,
FROM THE SPANISH.

celebrated painter Of Madrid, whose real
name It will be more discreet not to disclose.
but whom shall call Morales, had Just COM
pleted superb picture for the convent of
Escurial. He had received pretty large sum
for his work; by way of a little relaxation
alter the long continued toll, and close a,ten-
ton bestowed upon it, he had assembled a.
round we'll spread table i'm his studio few
cho'ce spirits from among his fellow artists.
IL was bachelors entertainment. Not a
female was to sit down with them. The
mistress OF the house herself Donna Casilda.
hau oeen excluded. Morales had sent her of
WIN the female attendants to pass the dav
WIN one of her cousins. But the good dame
having little of the curiosity Of mother Eve
IN her composition, las which of her fair
daughters has not?) was very anxious to
Know what was to take place during her alb
sence, and had a strong desire to find out what
80 many men could have TO talk abou, when
'nere were no women present. Instead.
therefore, of remaining at the house of her
cousin. she quickly returned, bringing the lat
ter with her, aud presently the ,wai were
snugly ensconced in little closet ADJOINING
the studio, where with eve and ear CLOSELY
applied to the key hole, they remained eaper-
iy listening to all that passed.
'Bnt tell us, my friend,' said one of the
guests, why are we deprived OF the pleasure
OF Sonora Marales' company Her wit. her
pleasantly and beauty, surely would not have
diminished the charm of this delightful meet
ing
'Ihere,' whispered the lady to her cousin.
that IS the first sensible speech have heard. ,
'Fye! fye! replied the husband, pouring
out a bumper of old golden sherry, women
know nothing of the poetry Of life.'
'rhat is true,' added another, swomen are
mere matter Of fact beings; common place.
essentially prosac. What do they know a.
bout the arts, or the enjoyments of artisans ,,
SFools,' exclaimed Casida.
'Yes,' continued Morales, take from wo-
men love intrigues and household affairs. thew
absolutely know not what to think or talk
about
1mper.inet fellow was the comment of
the listeners.
'Why,' added the painter, 'they cannot COM
prehend one of those rich Jokes, or capital
pieces OF humor, which the air of the studio
inspires. They have no conception of them.
When any woman plays us trick it is al
ways at the expense Of our honor.'
Wretch ms word escaped the two
cousins at the same moment, and was uttered
in loud tone.-But the noise of the guests.
and the rafting of glasses prevented its being
heard.
sAh master Simple. and so YOU defv us to
play you trick without touching your hon
or, do you BY our lady of Atocha, I vow
though it is now Shrove Tuesday, that before
Lent is over will have my revenge.'
Casilda set her wits to work, and YOU shall
hear what came Of it. On the following
Thursday she engaged her brother TO procure
from the Place Cabeda, where they are ac-
customed to sell fragments Of old buildings.
door Of the same dimensions as their own,
which fronted on the street. She charged
him TO get one of an antique pattern, covered
with iron work, and heavy mouldines. This
she had conveyed to her house with all Sc
crecy, and kept closely concealed until the
favorable moment. She had communicated
her design to her brother, and few female