Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-09-13
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las. CAUDLT,s CURTAIN LECTURE

Mrs. CQuQte S .UTSt HfSHt tH ITUNCe'
/" Shameful Indifference" Of Mr..
CaudIe at the BOulogne Custom
House.
/ suppose. Mr.. Caudlc, you call
Yourself a man I'm sure such men
should never have wives. If | could
have thought it possible you'd have
behaved as you have done--and l
might, if l hadn't been a forgiving
creature. for you've never been like
any body else--if l could only have
thought it, you'd never have dragged
me to foreign parts. Never! Well,
did say to myself, if he. goes to France.
perhaps he may catch little polite
ness, but no: you began as Caudle, and
as Caudle you'll end. I'm to be neg
lected through life, now. Oh yes! Eve
quite given up all thoughts Of anything
but wretchcdneSs-rve made up my
mind to misery. You're glad Of 1t ?
Well, you must have heart to say that.
declare to you, Caudle, as I'm an i'll.
used woman, if it wasn't for the dear
children far away in blessed England
if it wasn't for them I'd never go
back with you. No: I'd leave you in
this very place. Yes; I'd go into a
convent for lady on board told me
there was plenty of 'em here. I'd go
and be nun for the rest of my days,
and-I see nothing to laugh at, Mr..
Caudle that you should be shaking
the bed-things up and down in that
way. But you always laugh at peo-
pies feelings | wish you'd only some
Yourself. I'd be nun, or Sister of
Charity. Impossible? Ha, Mr.. eau
Gle, you dent si@iFosg even Low wl@~ti
can be when my blood's up. You've
trod on the worm long enough; some
day won't you be sorry for it9
Now none of your profane cryings
out! You needn't talk about Heaven
in that way: Pm sure you're the last
person who ought. What | say is this.
Your conduct at the Custom House
was shameful, cruel! And in foreign
land, too! But you brought me here
that might be insulted; you'd no 9th
erreason for dragging me from Eng
land. Ha! let me once get home, Mr..
Caudle, and you may wear your tongue
out before you get me into outlandish
places again. What hare you done?
There now; that's where you're so ag-
gravating. You behave worse than
any Turk to me,-what? You aciSh
vou Uere a Turk Well, | think
that's a pretty wish before your law
full wife! Yes-a nice Turk you'd
make, wouldn't you? Don't think Of
it.
"What hare you done? Wen It's
good thing cane see you, for I'm
sure you must blush. Done, indeed!
Why, when the brutes searched my
basket at the Custom House! Il reg
uiar thing, is IL? Then ifyou knew
that, why did you bring me here!-
No man who respected his wife, would.
And you could stand by, and see that
fellow with mustachios rumage my bas-
ket; and pull out my night.cap, and
rumple the borders, and-well! if you'd
had the proper feelings of husband,
your blood would have boiled again.
But no! There you stood looking as
mild as butter at the man, and never
said word; not when he crumpled
my night-cap, it went to my heart like
stab-crumpled it as if it was any
buster. | dare say lift had been Miss
Prettyman's night-cap-oh, don't
care about your groaning-if it had
been her night-cap, her hair-brush, her
curl-Papers, you'd have said something
then. Oh, any body with the spirit Of
a man would have spoken out if the
fellow had had thousand swords at
bis side. Well, all | know is this; if
I'd have married somebody could
name, he wouldn't have suffered me to
be treated in that way, not he:
"Now, don't hope to 60 to sleep, Mr..
CAUDLE, and think to silence me in
that manner. ] know your art, but it
won't do. It wasn't enough that my
basket was turned topsy-turVy, but be-
Tore ] knew il, they spun me into an
other room, and-Hoic could you help
thGtP You never tried to heIp it
No; although It was foreign land and
l don't speak Freneh-not but what I