Litchfield enquirer., 1845-08-14
HOW TO CORRECT A HUSBANDS

"Now just look at you, MT. Jones! I declare, it gives me chill to you go to a drawer.- What do you want? Tell me and will get it for you.'
 Mrs. Jones springs to the side of her husband, who has gone 10 the bureau for something, and pushes him away.
 "There now Just look at the hurra's nest you have made! What do you want, Mir Jones" The husband throws angry look upon his wife mutters something that she cannot under stand, and then turns away and leaves the room.
 "It is too bad!" scolds Mrs. Jones, to herself, commencing the work of restoring to order the drawer that her husband had turned topsy turvy.- never saw such man He has no kind of or- der about him; and then if speak word, he goes off into huff. But won't have my things forev- CT in confusion" . ... | In the mean time, MT. Jones, in pet, leaves the house, and goes to the store without the clean l pocket handkerchief, for which he had been in search. Half the forenoon passes before he gets over his i'll humor, and then he does not feel hap py. Mrs. Jones is by no means comfortable in mind She IS sorry that she spoke so roughly, although she does not acknowledge. even to herself, that, she has done wrong for every now and then, she utters, half aloud, some censure a. gainst the careless habits that were annoying and inexcusable. They had been married five years, and all that time Mrs. Jones had complained, but to no good purpose. Sometimes the husband would get angry, and sometimes he would laugh at his wife; but he made no effort to reform himself.
 "Mr. Jones, why will you do so:" said Mrs. Jones, on the evening of the same day. $ You are the most trying man alive" .... "Pity you hadn't chance to try another," re- torted Mir. Jones, sarcastically. .. | The offence given was careless overturning of Mrs. Jones' work basket, and the scattering of nee- dles cotton scissors, wax and dozen little etcet- eras about the floor. .. .. The reply of MT. Jones, hurt his wife. It seem- ed unkind. He had brought home new book, which he intended reading, but the face of Mrs. Jones looked so grave after the overtbrnng of the work basket that he felt no disposition to read to her. but contened himself enjoying the book to himself. It must be said that Mir. Jones was a very trying man indeed, as his wife had alleged.- He could open closets and drawers as handy as any one, but the thought of shutting eihet never enter ed his mind. The frequent reproofs of his wife, suchas-
 "Had you any doors in the house, where you were raised ," or .. ..
 .sPlease to shut the drawer, will you, MT. Jones;"
 "You are the most disorderly man in existence" ,"
 "You are enough to try the patience of a saint. Mir. Jones'" produced no good effect. In fact, MT. Jones seemed to grow worse and worse every day, instead of better. The natural habits of order and regularity which his wife possessed. were not re- spected in the least degree. He drew of his boots in the parlor, and left them in the middle of inc foor--pnt his hat upon the piano instead of hang ing it on the rack in fhe passage -tumbled her drawers whenever he went 10 them-left his sha- wing apparatus on the dressing table or bureau splashed the water abou, and soied the wall paper in washing, and in spite of all that cold be ss'dto him, would neglect to take the soap out or me basin-spatter every thing around him wI'n oiacK, ing when he brushed his boots-and did hundred other careless things, that gave his wife world of trouble annoyed her sorely, and kept her scolding at him nearly all the time. This scolding worried him good deal, but it never fol. moment made
 One dav he came in to dinner. It was hot day. He went into inc chamber where his wife was set ting, and threw himself into large rocking chair;