Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1845-07-17

LECTURE yl.-ArS. Caudle suggests that her
Dear Mother shonld "rOme and live Win
lhem,

love You don't take care enough ol
ynurself, Caudle, you don't. And You
ought, Pm sure ; II only for my sake. -
For whatever | should do, II any thing
was to happen To- you-but ] won't ihlnk
ol II NJ, can't bear To think OF that -
Still you ought to take care of yourself !
for you know you're moi strong, Caudle
you know you'r not.
"Wasn't dear moiher so happy with
VI, ,o night Now, you needn't 90 l'
sleep, so suddenly. say, wasn't she
81 happy You donh hnow How car
you say yon don't know fon mus
have seen 1t. But she always is hnppIe'
here than anywhere else. liza shat II
temper that dear soul has call it Il
temper of satin IL is ~ smooth, 80 rnsy,
and so soft. Nothing puts her out oi the
way And then, # yon ouly knew how
-he takes your part, CaudIe I'm sure,
II you'd been her own sou ten times over,
she coulJn't be fonder of You. Dent
YOU think so, Caudle Eh, love =
Nav, do answer How can you hH =
Nonsense, Caudlr you must have seen
II. I'm sure, nothing delights The dear
10 please you
"Don't you remember Thursday night.
the siewcd oysters, when You came home /;
iha, was all dear mothers dnlngs
Margaret, says she To me, 'u's cold
night , and don't you think dear Mr.
Candle would like something nee before
he goes to bed And that, Caudlr, Is
h.A In IL,
don't sleep, Csudle do listen to me, ior
five minutes 'tIsn't often | speak, good
NESS knows
And then, what fuss she makes
when you're ont, If your slippers arn'l
pat Ia the fire for you Shes reip good
ies-I know she is, Caudlc. And
hasn't she been six monihS-ihoueh |
promised her moi TO tell you--six months,
working u waich-porket for you And
with her eyes, dear soul and at he,
tlmc uf life
"And then what cook she is I'm
sure, the dishes sh-'l make oui of next
I" nothing try hard enough 20 follow
her but l'm not ashamed Ia own il,
Caudlc. she Gu t. beats me LA, the many
nice liiil'' things she'd simmer up for you
aud ! can't do it The children, you
know II, Candle, take 80 much nG my
lI!nc. ] can't do il, love aud | often
repr"ach my self that can't. Now, you
shnni ." 10 sleep, Caudle at least, not
i"r five minutes You must hear me.
"Ive been thinking, drarest-ha I,
that nasty cough, love Five been think
ny, darling, If We could only persuade
dear mother 10 come and live with ~ -
Now, Caudlr, Won can't be asleep; il's
Inp"s-lblr- were coughing only this
minute --vcs, to live with us. What
treasure we should have in her, Then,
tandle, you never need go to bed with
out something nice and hot. And Won
want II, Caudlc. Fou donl raui u =
Nonsense. you do for you re not strong
Chndle ; you know you're not.
81 IN sure, the money she'd save us in
housekeeping. la what an eve she
has Tor a joint The butcher doesn't
walk that could deceive dear mother.
And then, again, for poultry What a
finger and thumb she has for chicken 4
] never could market like her its n
g'li-qul'c a GIFT
"And then YOU rec"lcct her marrow
pudd'ngs You donl recoHeci 'em .
Oh, tie Caudlc, how often have YOU
h"ng her marrow-puddings in my face,
wanting 10 know why couldn't make
'em And ! wouldn't pretend 10 do i,
after dear mother. should think it
presumption. Now, love, if she was
only living with us come, you're MT
asleep, Caudlc--if she was only living
with Us, you could have marrow. puddings
every day. Now, don't fling yourself
about and begin to swear NJ marrow pud-
dlngS You know you like 'em, dear.
"What hand, too, dear mother has
for plc-crustf But its born with
snruc people. What do you sav -
Uhy wosni II born wih me Now,
taudlc, that's unfccling of you
wouldn't have uttered such a reproach
to S"n for the whole world. People
cant be born as they like.
GLOW often, too, have Won wanted To
brew AT home And never could
learn anything about brewing. But, ha
what ale dear mother makes Won ncrer
idyiCd II ! No, ! know that But re-
collect the ale we used to have at home
father mover would drink wine after il.
he best sherry was nothing like it
foH dare sag mol No; it wasn't, in
deed, CaudIc. Then, If dear mother
was only with Us, what money We should
save III beer And then you might nl- I
ways have your own nice, pure, good, +.
" wholesome ale, Caudle and wha, good {
u would do you ! For you're not strong,
{ audlc.
And then dear mothers Jams and
preserves, love ! own il, CaudIc il
ihS often gone to my heart that with cold
mat ,"n hnv'n't always had pudding
Vow, # mother was with ~, ~ the mat
~ of hun pudd,ngs, she'd make it sum
n"r al the N"ar round But never
'"trld p''~'i," now mother does it. and
"' n"Ni To- 40 mpu"y whatever What
irr dog m.a hlnkri she'd make Tor
II" chId'"n IUnrs Dogs ina. bim
~ , o. they're dclcious-as dear
nutiieT makes 'en.
"Now, you hare tasted her Irish stew, I
y andla Wan ,crnp,h,, Tho, ra,,a