Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-12-31
From the London Punch.
MRS. CAUDLES LAST CURTAIN LECTURE.
Mrs. Caudle has taken Cold; the tragedy of

MRS. CAUDLES LAST CURTAIN LECTURE.
Mrs. Caudle has taken Cold; the tragedy Of
thin shoes.
We give the last of the Lectures of Mrs. Caudle,
to let the world know that the infection is over
I'm not going to contradict you, Caudle; you may
say what you like-but think ought to know my
own feelings better than you. don't wish to upbraid
you neither; Pm too ill for that; but it's not get
ting wet in thin shoes-oh, no it's my mind, CaudIe
my mind, that's killing me. Oh yes !-gruel, indeed
you think Cruel will cure woman of any thing !;
and you know too, how hate it. Cruel can't reach
what suffer but, of course, nobody is ever ill but
yourself. Well, II didn't mean to say that; but
when you talk in that way about thin shoes,a woman
says of course what she does Ean; she can't help
it. You've always gone o9gs' shoes; when
think Pm the ittest judge of what becomes me best
dare say-tMould be all the same to you if put
powman's boots; but I'm not going to make fig
ure of my feet, can tell you. I've never got cold
with the shoes Eve yet, and tisnt likely should
begin now.
No, Caudle; wouldn't wish to say anything to
accuse you; no, goodness knows, wouldn't make
you uncomfortable for the world-but the cold I've
l.
about it-but it has never left me. Yes ten years
the day before yesterday. How reccoIlect it.;
Oh, very well women remember things you never
think of poor souls they've good cause to do
Ten years ago, was sitting up for you-here now;
Pm not going to say anything to you, only do
let me speak; ten years ago, was waiting for you
and fell asleep, and the fire went out, and when
foundI was sitting right in the draft of the keyhole
That was my death, Caudle, though don't let that
make you uneasy, love, for don't think you meant
to do it.
Ha it's all very well for you to call it nonsense
and to lay your ill conduct upon my shoes. That's
like man exactly There never was man yet
that killed his wife, who couldn't give good reason
for it. No: don't mean to say that you've killed
me quite the reverse still, theirs never been day
that havn't felt that key-hole. What Why acomt
Ihaue doctor What's the use of doctor Why
should put you to expense Besides, dare say
you'll do very well without me, Caudle yes, after
very little time, you won't miss me much-no man
ever does.
Peggy tells me, Miss Prettyman called to-day
That ofH2 Nothing of course. Yes, know she
heard was i'll, and that's why she came. A little
indecent, l think, Mr.. Caude she might wait -
shan't be in her way long, she may soon have the
key of the caddy, now.
Ha Mr.. Caudle, what's the use of calling me
your dearest soul now Well, do believe you.
dare say you do mean it that is, / hope you do
Nevertheless, you can't expect can lie quiet in this
bed, and think of that young woman-not, indeed
that she's near soyoung as she gives herself out
bear mali ce towards her, Caudle-not the least.
Still, don't think could lie at peace in my grave
i-well, won't say anything more about her;-but
you know what mean.
think dear mother would keep house beautifully
for you, when I'm gone. Well, dear, l won't talk
in that way if you, desire it. Still, know I've
dreadful cold though l won't allow it for minute
to be the shoes-certainy not. / never would wear
EN- thick, and you know it. and they gave cold
yet. No, dearest Caudle, it's ten years ago that
didt not that I'll say syllable of the matter to hurt
you. I'd die first.
Mother, you sec, knows all your little Ways
and you wouldn't get another wife to study you and
pet you up as I've done-a second wife never does.
it isn't likely she should And after all we've been
very happy. 1t hasn't been my fault if we've ever
had a word or two, for you couldn't help now and
then being aggravating; nobody help their tenn
pers always-espccially men. Still, we've been very
happy, hayn't we, Caude
Good night. Yes-this cold does tear me to pie
ces; but for all that, it isn't the Shoes God bless
you, Caudle; no-it's not the shoes. l won't say
it's the key-hole; but again say, its not the shoes.
God bless you once more-But never say it's the
shoes.
Here follows an engraving,.sScherub in tears, In
the act of placing extinguisher upon candle
surrounded by mourning border
The above significant sketch is a correct copy of
drawing from the hand of Caude at the end of this
Lecture 1t can hardly, we think be imagined that
Mrs. Caudle, during her fatal ilness never mixed ad
monition with soothing before; but such fragmen-
tary lectures were, doubtless considered by her dis
consulate widower as having too touching too solemn
an import to be vulgarizedb by type. They were how
ever, printed on the heart of Caudle; for he
ceased to speak of the late partner of his but either
"his sainted creature" "that angel now in
heaven
POSTSCRIPT.
Our duty of editoriaship is closed. We hope we
have honestly fulfilled the task of selecting from
large mass of papers. We could have presented to
the female world lecture for every night in the year
Yes-three hundred and sxty-fve separate lectures!
We trust however that we have done enough. And
if we have armed weak woman with even one argu-
r,o,t - L. Graz