The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-06-21
MISCELLAN Y.
From the Loldon Punch.
mrs. CAUDLE'S CURTAIN Lee
'-4 TURES.
LECTURE VI.

thought II was Twill be quite well tomorrow,
dare say There's love- You don't take care
enough OF yourself, CaudIe, you don't. And you
ought, Pm sure; if only for my sake. For what
should do il any thing was to happen to you-but
won't think of it; can't bear TO think of that
Still you ought TO take care of yourself; for you
know you're Lot strong, Candle, you know you're
not.
Wasn't dear mother so happy. with us, tonight!
Now you needn't 20 TO sleep so suddenly. ] say,
wasn't she happy' You don't know? How
can you say you don'tknow' You must have seen
1t. But she always is happier here than anywhere
else. Ea! what temper that. dear soul has. |
call it temper of satin; it is so smooth, so easy,
and soft. Nothing puts her out Of the way.
And then if you only knew how she takes your
part, Caudle. I'm sure if you'd been her son ten
times over, she couldn't be fonder of you. Don't
you think SO, Caudle' En- love' Now do at
swer. How can you tell! Nonsense, Caudle,
you must have seen il. I'm sure nothing delights
the dear soul so much as when she's thinking how
to please you.
Don't you remember Thursday night, the stew
ed oysters when you came homer That was all
dear mothers dolngs Margaret says she to
me, its cold night; and don't you think dear Mr..
Caudle would like something nice before he goes
to bed!' And that Caudle, is how the oysters
came about. Now, don't sleep, Caudle do listen
to me for Eve mnutes 'tisli't often speak, good
ness knows.
And then, what fuss she makes when you're
out if your slippers arnt't put to the fire for you
She's very good' Yes, know she Is, Caude.
And hasn't she been SIX months though promis-
ed her not to tell you-slx mouths working watch
pocket for you! And with her eyes, Gear SOUL
and at her time OF life!
And then what cook, she is! I'm sure the
dishes she'll make out of next to nothing! try
hard enough to follow her; but, I'm not ashamed
10 own 1t, Caudlc, she quite beats me: Ha! the
many nice little things she'd simmer up for you;
and / can't do 1.-THE ,hdren, you know 1t, Cau-
die, take so much of my time cant do it, love,
aud often reproach myself that l can't Now
you shant go to sleep, Caude at least not for five
minutes. You must hear me.
I've been thinking, dearest-ha that nasty
cough, ove.-I've been thinking, darling, if we
could persuade dear mother TO come and live with
us. Now, Cande, you can't be asleep; It's impos-
sble, you were coughing only this minute-yes,
to live with us. What treasure We should have
in her! Then, Caudle, you'd never iced 20 to
bed without something nice and hot And you
want it, Caudle. You don't want it? Nonsense!
you do, for you're not strong, Caudle, you know
you're not
I'm sure the money she'd say us in house-keep-
ing. Ha! what an eye she has tor joint! The
butcher doesn't walk that could deceive dear mo-
ther. And then, again, for poultry! What fin
ger and thumb she has for chicken! never
could market like her; its giit-quite gift
And then you recolIec, her marrow puddngs'
You don't recollect EN-: Oh, tie! Caudle, no W
often have you flung your marrow pudding in my
face, wanting to know why couldn't make 'em?
And wouldn't pretend to do it after dear mother.
should think it a presumption Now, love, il
she was only living with US, you could have mar
row puddings every day. Now don't fling your
self about and begin to'swear at marrow puddings,
you know you like 'em, dear.
What hand too dear mother has for pie
crust But it's born with some people. Why
wasn't it born with me' Now Caude, that's cru
el--unfeeng Of you; l wouldn't have uttered
such reproach to you for the whole world. Peo-
pie can't be bon they like.
How often. too, have you wanted to brew at
home. And never could learn any thing about
brewing Bat ha! what ale dear mother makes
You never tasted it, No, know that. But
recolect the ale we used to have at home; father
,rta baEf
was nothing like it.. You dare say not? No, it
wasn't indeed, Caudle. Then if dear mother was
only with US, what money we should save in beer
And then you might always have your own nice,
pure good, wholesome ale, Caudle; and what good
it would do you, for you know you re not strong,
Caudle.
And then dear mothers jams and preserves love
own it, Caudle it has often gone to my heart that
with cold meat you havnt always had pudding,
Now if mother was with US in the matter of fruit
puddings, She d make itsummer all the year round.
But never could preserve-now mother does it,
and for next to no money whatever. What nice
dogsin-a blanket she'd make for the children.--
What's dogs in a bauket' Oh, they're delicious
as dear mother makes 'em.
Now, you haze tasted her Irish stew, Caudle
You remember that? Come you're not asleep
you remember that' And how fond you are Of it..
And | never can have it made to please you.
Now what relief to me it would be If dear mo-
ther was always at hand that you might have a
stew when you liked. What load it would be
of my mind.
Again, for pickles! Not at all like any body
ese's pickles. Her red cabbage-why it's as crisp
as biscuit And then her walnuts, and her all
sortsi Eh! Caudle You know how you like
Now if dear mother was here, word would new
er pass between US. And Pm sure nothing would
make mi hannier Gnr-unL, ,In nnt aslnnr, Gaudln