Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1845-10-04
Mrs. Caudic's Curtain Lectures,
MRS. CAuDLE COMP AIMS VERY BITTERLy TIL
MR.. CAuDLE HAS "BRoKFN HER CONFIDENCE

Mr.. Caudle ! you'll catch me telling you
anything again. Now, don't want to have a.
| ny noise: don't wish you to put Yourself in
passion. All say is this +; never again do
open my lips to you about ybody. No: if
man and wife can't be one, why there's an end
of everything. Oh, yon know very well what
mean, Mr.. Caudle: you've broken my conf.
dence in the most shameful, the most ieartlcss
way, and repeat it, can never be again to
you as have been No. the little charm--it
wasn't much-that remained about married lite,
is gone for ever Yes the blooms quite wi.
ped off the plum now.
"Don't be such a hypocritic, Caudle don't
ask me what | mean Mrs. Badgerly has
been here more like ficnd, I'm sure, than a
quiet woman. haven't done trembling yet
You know the state of my nerves, too You
know--yes, sir. had nerves when you married
me ; and haven't just found 'em out. Well,
you've something to answer for, | think. The
Badgerlys are going to separate she takes the
girls, and he takes the boys, and all through
you. How you can lay your head upon that
pillow and think of going to sleep, can't tell.
What hare yon dane ? Well, you have face
TO ask the question. Done ! You've broken
my confidence, Mr.. Caude: you've taken ad.
vantage of my tenderness, my trust in you as
wife-,he more fool for my pans!-an you've
separated happy couple for ever. No; I'm
not talking in the clouds I'm talking in your
bed, the more my misfortune.
"Now, Caudle-yes, shall sit up in the bed
if choose; I'm not going to sleep till have
this properly explained for Mrs. Badgerly
shan't lay her separation at my door You won't
deny that you were at the Club last night! No.
bad as you are, Caudle-and though you're my
husband, | can't think you a good man try
to do, but can't-bad as you are, you can't de-
ny you were at the Club What! You don't
deny IL ! That's what I say-you can't. And
now, answer me this question. What did you
say-betore the whole worid--of Mr. Badger.
y's whiskers! There's nothing to laugh at,
Caudle fyou'd have seen that poor woman, to
day, you'd have heart of stone to laugh What
did you say of his whiskers ! Didn't you tell
everybody he dyed 'em! Didn't you hold the
candle mp to 'em, as you said, to show the pur-
Pile! To be sure you did ! Ila people who
break Jokes never care about breaking hearts
Badgerly went home like demon called his
wife false woman and vowed he'd never en-
IN earnest, slept all night upon the sofa. lie
sah il was the dearest secret of his life; sa I'd
she had told me and that told you. and that's
how i, had come out. What do you say Bad
gerly pas right' Idid tel you : know
did but when dear Mrs. Bdgerly mentioned
the matter to me and few friends, as we were
all laughing at tea together, quite in a conf
Dental way---when she just spoke Of her hus
bands wskers, and how long he was over 'em
every uornng of course poor soul sic ne
, yer though, it was to be talked of in the worl'
( again. Eh! Then had no right to tell yo,
=. oft And that's the way I'm thanked for my
$ confidence. Because | don't keep secret from
e you. but show you, may say, my naked sonl
Y Candle, that's how I'm rewarded. Poor Mrs
$ Badgerly-for all her hard words-aier sh'
E went away. I'm sure my heart quite bled fo
n her. Whn do you say, Mr.. Csade ! Serp
n her righi-she should hold her tongue Yes
a that's like your ,yranny--you'd never let th
/ poor woman speak. Eh--what, what Mr. Cau
d die.
!. "Thars very hne speech, I dare saw an
a wives are very much obliged to you, only there
. not bit of truth in it. No, we women don
e get together, and pick onr husbands to pieces
' lust as sometimes mischevous little girls rip u
l., their dolls. That's an old resentment Of yours
!, Mr.. Csudle but I'm sure you've no occasion
a to say i, of me. hear guod deal of othe
d peoples husbands, certainly; | can't shat m
c ears wish could but never say an. thu
y about you,--and might, and yon know tan
: there's somebody else that knows it, too. No
F. sit still and say nothing; what have in m
n own bosom abont you, Caucle, will be burie
N with me. But know what you think OF wivel
e heard you talking to Mr.. Prettyman, whe
" you little thought | was listen ing, and yo
We didn't know much what you were saying
nt heard you My dear Pret,ymnn.' says yo,
IN when some women get talking, they club a
e. their husbands faults together; just as chi
dren club their cakes and apples, 10 make con
is mon feast for the whole set En-, You don
pit remember il, But do: and remember, TO
in what brandy was leh, when Pretlyman wen
ht 'Twould he odd if you could remember much
nd bout it, after that.
s..