The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1847-11-06

dressed in her red merino. to make q visit.
Mrs. Skinner, who did not possess an un-
usual share of tact, walked gravely round
10 the back door, and there was Mrs. Dou-
bleday up to the eyes in soap making.
Dire was the modification, and point blank
were the questions, as TO how the visiter
came TO go round that way and when the
warning couplet was produced in lustlfca-
ZION. we must draw veil over what follow
ed, as the novelists say.
Sometimes these poeticals came in aid OIL
poor Betsey; as once, when on hearing
crash in the little shanty-kitchen, Mrs.
Doubleday called, in her shrillest tones,
aBe,sey what on earth's the matter! |"
Poor Betsey, knowing what was coming,
answered, in a deprecatory whine, "Ihe
cows kicked over the buckwheat batter
When the clear, hilarious voice OF Phllo;
from the yard where he was chopping, in
stantly completed the tiPlet -
Take up the pieces and threw M at
her." for once the grim features oil his
spouse relaxed into smile, and Betsey es-
capped her scolding.
Yet Mrs. Doubleday is not without heI
excellent qualities as wife, friend, and
neighbor. She keeps her husbands house
and stockings in unexceptionable lnm
Her empfins are the envy of the nelghbor
hood. Her vinegar is,--as how could il
fail the ne plus ultra Of sharpness; and
her pickles are greener than the grass oil lht
field. She will watch night after night witt
the sick, perform the last sad offices for tn
dead, or take TO her home and heart thu
liule ones whose mother is removed forever
from her place at the iire-slde. All Thu
she can do cheerfully, and she will not re
pay herself, as many good people do, b,
recomting every word Of the quernlous SICK
man. or the desolate moumer, with added
hints Of tumbled drawers. closets all ii
heaps, or artul dirty kitchens.
was sitting one morning with my neigh
Dor, Mrs. Jenkins, who Ia sister OF MIR
Doubleday, when Beisey, Mrs. Double
da, s SHRED girl" came ia with one OF th'
shingles Of Philo's handiwork in her hand
which bore, in Mr.. Doubleday IS well-knowr
chalk Marks
Come quick, Fanny.
And bring the granny;
| FOR Mrs. Double
days in trouble
And the next intelligence was Of fine
new pair of lungs, at that hitherto sllen
mansion. | called very soon alter TO tak'
peep at the s.latest found; and II the
suppressed delight of the lew papa was
treat, how much more was the soltened as
pect, the womanized tone OF the proud and
happy mother. | never saw a being SC
completely transformed. She would al
most forget to answer me, in her absorbed
watching Of the breath of the little sleeper
Even when trying TO be polite. and to say
what the occasion demanded, her eyes
would not be Withdrawn from the tiny face
Conversation on any subject but the ever
new theme Of "babies," was out of the
question. Whatever we began upon, whrl.
ed round sooner or later 10 the one point,
The needle may uemble, hut it turns moi
with the less constancy to the pole.
As pass for an oracle in the matter Of
paps and possets, had frequent communi-
cation with my now happy neighbor, who
had forgotten to scold her husband, learned
TO let Bstsey have time TO eat, and omitted
the nightly securing of the floor, lest 50
much dampness might be bad for the baby.
We were in deep consultation, one morn
ing, on some important point touching the
well-being of this sole object Of Mrs. Dou-
bleday's thoughts and dreams, when the
very same little lanthe Howard, dirty as
ever, presented herself. She sat down and
stared while without speaking, fordl
naire. and then informed us, that her moth
er "wanied Mrs. Doubleday to let her have
her baby for a little while. cause Bennys'
but she had no time to finish the
sentence.
Lend my baby and her uttsrance
failed. The new mothers feelings were
fortunately too big for speech, and lanthe
wisely disappeared before Mrs. Doubleday
found her tongue. Philo, who entered on
the instant, burst into one OF his electnlying
laughs, with
ASK my Polly,
To lend her dolly"
and could not help thinking. that one mus