The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1845-09-15
A DOMESTIC sKE TCH.
BY FANNY GRAY.

FANNY GRAY
HOW TO CORRECT A HUSBANDS FAULTS.
snow just look at you, MIR Jones! I declare, il
gives me chill to see you go to a drawer. What
do you want Tell me- and will get it for YOU
Mrs. Jones springs to tho side OF her husband,
who has gone to the bureau for something and push
ed him away.
There now! Just look at the hurra's nest you
have made What do you want, Mr. Jones9'
Tho husband throws an angry look upon his wife;
mutters something that she cannot understand, and
then turns away and leaves the room
st is too badr scolds Mrs Jones, TO herself com
mencing the work OF restoring to order tho drawer
that her husband had thown oil topsy turvy Il new
saw such man! He has no kind Of order about
him; and then, i'll speak word, he goes off into
huff But wont have forever everything in confus-
ion.'
In the m can time, Mr. Jones, in pet, leaves the
house, and goes to the store without the clean pock-
et-handkerchief, for which he had been in search
lIafth forenoon passes before he gets through his
i'll humcr, and then he does not feel happy Mrs.
Jones by no means is comfortable in mind. She is
sorry she spoke so roughly, although she does not
acknowledge, TO herself, that she has done
wrong, for every ard them she uties, half aloud,
some censure against the careless habits that
noying and inexcusable. They had been married
five years, and all that time Mrs Jones had complain
ed, but to no good purpose. Sometimes the husband
would get angry, and some times he would laugh at
his wife; but he mado no effort to reform himself
'Mr Jones, why will you do so?' said Mrs Jones
the evening OF the same day. 'You are the most
trying man alive
PITY You hnd't chance to try another retor,ed
Mr Jones surcastlcally.
The offence given was careless overturning OF
Mrs Jones' workbasket, and the scattering of need
les, cotton, scissors, and dozen little otceteras
about the floor.
The reply of Mr. Jones, hurt his wife. It seemed
unkind. lie had brought home a book, which
he intended reading, but the face of Mrs Jones look
ed grave after the overturning OF the wo rk- basket
that he felt disposition read to her. but content
ed himself with enjoying the book to himself
II must be said that Mr. Jones was a very trying
man indeed, as his wife had alleged lie could OPP
closets and drawers handy as any one, but tho
thoush t of shutting either mover entered his mind
The frequent reproofs of his wife, such as
'EIad you any doors in the house where you were
raised?' or
please to shut that drawer, will you VI. Jones?'
You are enough TO try the patience ola saint, Mr.
JONES' produced no good effect. In fact Mr. Jones
seemed TO grow and every day, instead
of better. The natural habits of order aud reguari-
ty which his wife possessed, were respected in
the least degree. He drew Off his boots in the par.
Tor, and left them in the middle of the ioor-put his
hat upon the piano instead of hanging it on the rack
in the passage-tumbed her drawers whenever he
went to .hemeit his shaving apparatus the dress
ing table bureaus lashed the water about and
aoil he wall in nd in nit Of
that could be said to him, would neglect to take the
soap out Of the basn-spatter every thing around
him with backing when he brushed his boo,s-and
did hundred other careless things, that gave his
wife world of trouble, annoyed her sorely, and
kept her scolding at him nearly all the time This
scolding worried him good DEAL but il never for a
moment made him to think seriously about reforming
his bad habits.
One day he came in to dinner. II was a hot day.
He wen, into the chamber where his wife sitting
and threw himself into large rocking chair; took OFF
his hat and gave it toss upon the bed right in
the midst Of half dozen lace collars newly done up
and kicked off his boots with such energy that OF
them landed upon the bureau, and the other in the
clothes basket, soiling white dress just from the l.
roning table, Poor Mrs. Jones grievously tried.
The husband expected a storm but storm broke
Ie looked al his wife, she lifted his ha. from the
bed and put it on the mantle piece, and took his boots
and put them in closet from which she brought out
his slippers and placed them beside him, but he did
not understand the expression of her face exactly,
feel comfortable about it. Mrs. Jones did not
angry but hart. After sho had handed him his slip
pers, she took the soled dress from the clothes basket
which she had spent nearly half an hour at the
ironing table, and attempted TO remove the dirt which
the boot had left upon it. But she tried in vain The
pure white muslin was hopelessy soled, and would
have to go to tho washing tub before it would be
gain fit to wear. .........
'Ifyou knew, Henry she said in voice that
touched her husbands feelings, she laid aside the