Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1845-05-17
MRS. CAUDLE's CURTAIN LECTURES
Mrs. CAvDLE SUGGESTS THAT HER DEAR Mo-
THEIR SHOULD "CoME AND LIVE wIrH THEM"

Mrs CArDIE SUGGESTS THAT HER DEAR Mo. !
THEIR SHOULD "CoME AND LIVE wITH THEM"
"Ts your cold better tonight, Csudle Yes;
thought it was. Twill be quite well to-mor-
row, I dare say. There's love You don't
take care enough of yourself, Caudle, you don't.
And yon ought, I'm sure il only for my sake.
For whatever should DO, if anything was to
happen to you--but won't think Of it; no,
can't bear to think Of that Still, you ought to
take care Of yourself; for you know you're not
strong. you know you're not.
Wasn't dear mother so hsppy with u.s. to-
night! Now. you needn't 90 to sleep sud
denly Isay, wasn't she so happy! Yon
dont hnoU How can you say you don't
know ? You must have seen it. But she al
ways is happier here than anywhere else. Ha
what temper that dear soul has call it a
temper of satin; it ia so smooth, so easy, and
SO soft. Nothing pets her out of the way. And
then, ify you only knew how she takes your part,
Caudle! I'm sure, if you'd been her own son
ten times over. she couldn't be fonder of you.
| Don't you think so, Caudle Eh, love Now,
do answer. IIoo can you teu' Nonsense,
Caudle you must have seen it. I'm sure no.
thing delights the dear soul so much as when
shes thinking how to please you.
Don't you remember Thursday night, the
stewrd oysters VIXEN yon come home That
was a! dear mothers doings! Margaret, says
she to me, ITS cold night; and don't you
think dear Mr.. Caud,e would like something
nice before he goes to bed = And that, eau.
die, is how the oysters came about. Now, don't
sleep Cuudie do l'sten to me, for five minutes;
tIsn't often | speak, goodness knows.
And then what fuss she makes when you're
out if your slippers arnt put to the fire for you.
Sizes Gerry good! Yes-I know she is Caudle.
And hasn't she been SIX months--though pro.
missed her not to tell you--six months, work.
ing wa'ch-pocket fo- you! And with her eyes,
deer soul--and at her time of life!
And then what cook she is I'm sure, the
dishes she'll make out Of next to nothing
try hard enough to follow her; but, I'm not a.
shamed to own it Caudle, she quite beats me.
Tia the many nice little things she'd simmer
up Tor you-snd can't do it, the children you
know II, Caudlc take so much of my time,
can't do 1t, love: aud often reproach myself
that | can't. Now, you shan't 90 to sleep, eau
die; at least 10, Tor five minutes. You must
hear me.
I've been thinking, dearest--ha that nasty
cough love!-rve thinking, darling, if we could
only persuade dear mother to come and live
wuhuS. Now, Cuudle, you can't be asleep
I MS imposslhle--you were coughing only thi'
, minute yes, To live with us. What a trea
sure we should have in her ! Then, Caudle
yon never need 90 to bed without something
nice and hot. And you want it, Caudle. lo'
don't ,caat it, Nonsense, you do; for your,
not strong, Caudle; you know you're not.
= 'l'm sure the money she'd save for us in house
= keeping. Ila ! what an eye she has for
, iont, The butcher doesn't walk that coul
- deceive dear mother And then again, for poul
!, try! What finger and thumb she has for
!. chicken. never could market like her it.
! gf--cu'e a gift.
And then you recollect her marrow pud
dings! you don't ,ecoiiect EN- Oh, fe
y CaGdlc, how often have you flung her marrow
= puddngs in my face, wanting to know why
e couldn't make EN- And | wouldn't preten
e to do it after dear mother. should think
: presumption - Now love, if she was only livin!
r with u,--comc you're not asleep, Caudle-i
: she was only living with us you could hav
= marrow.puddlngs every day. Now, don't fin,
g Yourself abnnt and begin 10 swear at marrow
puddngs, you know you like 'em, dear.
: What hand, too, dear mother has for pie
" crust But lie born with some people. Wha
do you say Why Wasnt ii born uiih me
Now Caudie, that's cruei-.unfeelIng OF you
< wou.dr't have uttered such reproach TO yo
+ for the whole world. People can't be born a
ttry like.
i How often, too have Won wanted TO brew T.
d home And never could learn anything Il
u bou, brewing Bot, ha what ale dear mothe
r ma kes lou Reuer tasicG il No, know
i that Bot rccoilect The ule we used 10 have
J. at home futiier Fever wuuld drink wine ate
Il it The best sherry was nothing like 1t. io'
dare say mol - No; 1t wasn't indeed, Caudie
Then # dear mother was only with US, whe
money we should save IN beer And then yo,
;, might always have your nice, pure, good whole
some ale, Caude and what god il would d.
you F1r you're not strong, Caudle.
q and then dear mothers jams and preserves
IL love own it, Caudle it has often gone 4
my heart that with cold meat you hav'nt al