The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1846-02-03
HOW TO CORRECT A HUSBANDS
FAULTS.

clare. il gives me chill 10 see you 60 to a
drawer. What do you WANT Tell me, and
will get it,
Mrs. Jones springs TO the side Of her has
band who has gone 20 The bureau for some
thing, and pushes HIM away.
There new Just look al The burra's nest
you have made. What do you want, Mr.
Jonesl'
The husband throws an angry look upon
his wife; mutlers something she cannot I'M
derstauJ. and then turns away aud leaves the
room.
It is too badn scolds Mrs. Jones TO herself,
commencing the work of restoring to order
the drawer that her husband has thrown all
tsnsy turyy. Il never saw such a man! de
has no kind Of order about him; and then, II
| speak a word, he goes off into huff, Bat
I won't have my things forever in confusion
In the meantime, MIR. Jones, in pet, leaves
the house, and goes to his store without the
clean pocket handkerchief, for which he had
been in search. Half of the afternoon passes
before he gets over his i'll humor, and then he
does not feel happy. Mrs. Jones is by no
means comfortable 10 mind. She is really
sorry that she spoke so roughly, although
she does not acknowledge, even 10 herself,
ludl size lids uOuC iOii CFCiy HO" abN
then, she utters half aloud, some censure a.
gaiust the careless habits of her husband
habits that were really annoying and inexcu-
sable. 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
fort 10 reform himself.
MIR. Jones, why will you do so p 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,
retorted Mr.. Jones, sarcastically.
The offence given was careless overturn-
ing Of Mrs. Jones work-basket, and the scat
tering of needles, collons, scissors, wax. and
a dozen little e, ceteras about the floor.
The reply of MIR. Jones hurt his wife Ii
seemed unkind. He had brought home a
new book, which he intended reading, but the
face of Mrs Jones looked so grave after the
overiuining of the work basket. that he felt
no disposition TO read to her, but conienled
hims self by enjoying the book himself.
1t must be said. that Mr.. Jones was very
trying man indeed, as his wife had alleged.
He could open closets and drawers as handi-
ly as any one, but the thought of shutting Ell
Their, never entered his mind. The frequen,
rcproofs of his wife, such as-'Had you any
doors in The house where you were raised 2
or, please to shut that drawer, will you, Mr..
Jones!' or, You arc the most disorderly
man in existence; or, You are enough 10
try the patience of saint, Mr.. JONES' produ
ced no effect. In fact, Mr.. 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 respected
in the least degree. He drew his boots in
the parlor, and left them in the middle Of the
floor, put his hat upon The piano, instead o.
hanging it OH the lack in the passage-tum-
bed her drawers whenever he went 10 then
left his shaving apparatus on the dressing
table or bereau-splashed the water about
and spite of all that could be said TO him
would neglect 10 take the soap on; of the b"-
sin-spatiered everything around him will
backing when he brushed his boots-and did
hundred other careless things, that gave hi:
wife world OF trouble, annoyed her sorelN
and kept her scolding AT him nearly all The
| time. This scolding worried him good
deal, but it never for "A single moment made
him think seriously about reforming his bad
habits.
One day he came TO dinner. 1t was hoI
dav. He went into The chamber where hIs
wife was sitting, and threw himself into &
large rocking chair, took off bis hat and tos-
sed il over upon the bed right in the midst Of
half dozen lace collars newly done up, and
kicked of his boots with such energy thai
one of them landed upon the bureau, and the
other in the clothes basket, soiling white
dress ust from the ironing table. Poor Mrs
Jones was grievonsly tried. The husband
expected a storm. but no storm broke.
He looked al his wife, as she lifted his hal
from the bed and put it upon the mouth
piece, and took his boots and put them in a
closet from which she brought out his slip
pers and placed them beside him, but did moi
understand the expression of her face, exactly
nor feel comfortable about it. Mrs. Jones
did not seem angry. but hurt. After she had
handed him the slippers, she took the soiled
dress from the clothes basket, over which she
had spent nearly an hour al the ironing table,
aud attempted 10 remove the dirt that the
boot had left upon it. But she tried in vain.
The pure white muslin was hopelessly soiled.
and would have 20 go into the washing tub
before il would be again fit to wear.
'lfyou knew, Henry she said. in a voice
that touched her husbands feelings, as she
laid aside the dress, how much trouble you
give me, sometimes, | am sure you would he
more particular
DO really give you much trouble. Jane ?
Mr.. Jones asked. rs if a new idea had broken
in upon his mind. Il am sure / am sorry ioI
it,
Indeed you do. If you would only be
mure thoughtful, you would save me greet
deal. / shall have 10 wash out this dress nv
self. now. for The washerwoman is gone, and
can't trust Sally with it. I spent nearly
half an hour in ironing it to-day, hot as it is
Il am very sorry, indeed. Jane. il was
careless trick in me, must confess, and if
you will forgive me l will promise not to Of
!end again.
All this was new. Both Mr.. and Mrs.
Jones felt surprised at themselves and each
other. He had offended. and she did not get
angry; she had been annoyed, and he was
really sorry for what he had done. Light
broke into both their minds, and both made
an instant resolution to be more careful in fu-
ture of their words and actions towards each
other, and they were more careful. When
Mr.. Jones offended, as he still too often did