Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-05-17

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get into the Gazette, it shan't be my
fault-no; I'll do my duty as wife to
you, Mr. Caude: you shall never have
it to say that it was my housekeeping
that brought you TO beggary. No;
you may sulk at the cold meat-ha!
/ hope you'll never live to want such
a piece of cold mutton aswe had to-day
And you may threaten to go to tav-
fern 10 dine; but with our present
means, not a crumb of pudding do you
get from me- You shall have nothing
but the cold joint-hoihing as Pm a
Christian sinner.
"Yes; there you are, throwing those
fowls in my face again! | know you
once brought home pair of fowls; |
know il: and warn't you mean enough
TO stop 'em out of my weeks money?
Oh, the selhshness-the shabbine>s OF
men! They can go out and throw "a
way pounds upon pounds with a pack
Of people who laugh at 'em afterwards;
but If ii'sanything wanted for their own
homes, their poor wives may hunt for
it. wonder you don't blush to name
those fowls again! wouldn't be so
little for the world, Mr. Caudle
"What are you gong to do? Going
TO get up? Don't make yourself redicu-
lous, Mr.. Caudlc; | can't say word
TO you like any other wife, but you
must threaten to get up. DO be asham-
ed Of yourself.
"puddings, indeed! Do you think
Pm made OF buildings? Didn't you
have some boiled rice three weeks ago?
Besides, is this The time fthe year for
puddings? It's all very well i'll had
money enough allowed me like any
Other wife to keep the house with;
then, indeed, / might have preserves
like any other woman; now, it's i'm
possible and it's cruel--yes, Mr. eau
die, cruel of you TO expect it.
Apples arn't so dear arn't they? l
know what apples are, Mr. Caudle,
without your telling me. But | sup
pose you want something more than
apples for dumplings! | suppose SUI
gar costs something, dosen't il? And
that's how it is. That's how one ex-
pense brings on another, and that S
how people 90 10 ruin
pancakes! What's the use Of your
lying mutiering there about pancakes?
Don't you always have 'em once a.
year-every Shrove Tuesday? And
what would any decent man want
more?
"Pancakes, indeed! Pray, Mr. eau
dle,--no, it's no use your saying fine
words to me TO let you go TO sleep; |
shan't!-pray do you know the price
of eggs just now? There's not an egg
you can trust TO under seven and eight
shilling; well, you've only just to
reckon up how many eggs-don't. lie
swearing there at the eggs, in that
manner, Mr. Caudle; unless you ex-
pect the bed to open under you. You
call yourself a respectable trsdesman. |
suppose! Ha! | only wish people
knew you as well as | do! Swearing
at eggs, indeed! But Pm tired of this
usage, Mr. Caudle; quite tired Of il;
and | don't care how soon it's ended!
Pm sure 1 do nothing but work and
labor, and think how TO make the most
Of everything; and this is bow Pm re-
warded. / should like TO see any body
who's joints go further than nine
But if | was TO throw away your mon
ey into the street, or lay it out in fine
/ feathers on myself. / should be better
thought Of The women who studies
her husband and her family is always
made drudge of. It's your fine fall
lal wives who've the best time of it.
/ whats The use OF your lying groan-
ing there in that manner? That WON'T
make me hold my tongue | can tell
you. You can insult my dinner; look
/ like demon, may say, al whole
some piece Of cold mutton--ho! the
thousands Of far better creatures than
you are who'd been thankful for that
lmulton!-and Pm never 10 speak
But you're Mistaken viii! Your
usage of me, Mr. Caudle, Is Infamous
unworthy Of man. / only wish
people knew YOU for what you are; but
they shall, some day.
.Puddings! Add now / suppose /
shall hear Of nothing but buildings!
Yes. and know what il wolld end in.
First, you'd have pudding every day;
oh. know your extravigance--then
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