Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1845-05-08

I Nh Candle has rentatred qen,onsiaance on
has days dinner, cold mutton, and no pod-
! ding Mrs. Caudle defends the cold shout
i der.
1 Humph! Pm sure! Well, I wonder
what it will be next! There's nothing
proper, now--nothing at all. Better
get somebody else to keep the house,
think. lcan't do it now, it seems;
/ Pm only in the way, here; I'd better
take the children, and go.
sWhat am I grumbling about now9
IT'S very we'll for you to ask that
( I'm sure I'd better be out of the world
| than-there, now, Mr.. Caudle; there
you are, again! | shall speak, sir
II isn't often open my mouth, heaven
knows! But you like to hear nobody
talk but yourself. You ought to have
married negro slave, and not any re-
spectacle woman.
You're to go about hehouse looking
like thunder all the day, and Pm not
to say word. Where do you think
pudding is to come from every day.
You show a nice example to your chill
dren, you do; complaining, andturning
your nose up at sweet piece of cold
mutton, because there's no pudding
You go nice way to make 'em ex-
travagant--teach 'em nice lessons to
begin the world with. Do you know
what buildings cost; or do you think
they fly in at the window?
! you hate cold mutton! The more
shame for you, Mr.. Caudle. Pm sure
you have the stomach Of lord, you
have. No, sir; didn't chose to hash
the mutton. It's very easy for you to
say hash it; but | know what a joint
loses in hashing: it's aday's dinner the
less, fits bit. Yes dare say; 9TH
er people may have buildings with cold
mutton. No doubt Of ii; and other
people become bankrupts. But if ever
you get into the Gazette, it shan't be
my fault-no; III do my duty as wife
to you, Mr.. Caudle; you shall never
have it to say that it was ny house
keeping that brought Won to beggary.
No; you may sulk at the cold meat
ha! hope youth never live to want
such piece of cold mutton as we had
to-day! And you may threaten to go
to tavern to dine; but with our present
means, not crumb of pudding do you
getfrom me. You shall have nothing
but the cold joint-nothing as Pm a
Christian sinner.
! Eyes; there you are, throwing those
fowls in my face again! l know you
once brought home pair of fowls; |
know it; and wern't you mean enough
to try to stop 'em out of my weeks
money! Oh, the selishness, the shah
, biness ofmen They can go out and
throw away pounds upon pounds with
| pack ofpeople who laugh at 'em af-
forwards; but if it's anything wanted
for their own homes, their poor wives
may hunt for it. | wonder you don't
blush to name those fowls again! |
wouldn't be so little for the world, Mr..
Caudle!
what are you going to do' Going
to get up? Don't make yourself ride
ulous, Mr.. Caudle; I can't say word
to you like any other wife, but you
must threaten to get up. 10 be
ashamed Of yourself.
sPuddings, indeed! Do you think
Pm made of buildings? Didn't you
have some boiled rice three weeks a
COZ Besides, is this time of year for
buildings? It's all very well If | had
money enough allowed me, like any
other wife, to keep the house with; then
indeed, l might have preserves like
any other woman; now it's impossible;
and it's cruel-yes, Mr.. Caudle, cruel
-ofyou to expect it.
/ Apples arn't so dear Amt they? l
know what apples are, Mr.. CaudIe,
without you telling me. But sup
| pose you want something more than APP
/ pies for dumplings? suppose sugar
costs something doesn'tit' And that's
how it is. That's how one expense
brings on another, and thet's how peo-1
pie go TO ruin.
/ Pancakes! What's the use of your
Lying muttering there about pancakes
/ Don'tyou always have 'em once year
every Shrove Tuesday, And what
would any moderate, decent man want
more?
i pancakes, indeed! Pray, Mr.. eau
die, no, it's no use your saying flhe'
| words to me TO let you SO to sleep; l
shan't!- Pray do you know the price
of eggs just nowi There's not an egg
you can trust to under seven and eight
a shilling: well, you've only just TO