Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1848-04-14
WOMAN'S CARES.
A STORY OF REAL LIFE.

ASS "y Iu!-ReCeue.
WOMAN'S CARES.
STORY OF REAL LIFE.
MY heart always" stirs within me when |
read selections made by editors" of newspa-
pers which are designed for US married ladies,
setting forth our duty in relation TO making
our homes happy to our husbands-that we
should always welcome them with cheerful
smile when they come in from the cares and
fatigues of the day and do all we can to make
married life pleasant to them, SC. Now this
is all well, Acknowledge, and trust I strive
to reduce that theory to praclice. Dur anow
me to inquire if the cares and fatigues of the
wife are always appreciated by the husband?
Shall give short sketch of domestic life
( as it is-not Of course describing family as
it should be; but wish TO give fair example
OF every day life at home
| My neighbor, Mr.. Benson, is a lawyer by
profession, and is what the world calls ZEE
spectacle man. His income is small but he
married lady who was able to furnish their
small house handsomely, and they have some
hopes of property in reversion.
Mrs. Il. has been a wife twelve years and
is the mother of five children, the youngest
but babe, and the family as happy as the
larger portion of families.
1t is a Monday morning, and this speaks
" unutterable things" to the New England
wife, who has been married dozen years
Mr.. Benson has had his breakfast in season.
has kissed the children and gone to the office,
where the boy has good fre--the books and
papers are all in order, and Mr.. B sits
down 10 answer few agreeable demands up
on his time, which will evidently turn into
cash. He goes home TO his dinner punctually
at one o'clock it is ready for him-he takes
it quietly, perhaps frolics ten minutes with
the baby, and then hurries to his Office. At
the hour for tea he goes home, every thing is
cheerful. and to quote simple rhyme of an
old song:
I "T'he hearth was clean, the fire was clear,
The kettle on for tea;
Benson was in his rocking chair,
And blest as man could be-"
But how has it been with Mrs. Benson thro'
the day? She has an ill-natured girl in the
kitchen who will do half the work only, at 9
shilhngs per week Monday morning at eight
o'clock, four children must be ready for school;
Mrs. Benson must sponge their faces and
smooth their hair; see the books, states, PEN
ellis, paper, pocket handkerchiefs-yes four
of them, all are now in order & now the babyis
crying-the fire is low-it is time Sally should
begin to wash-the paIlor, the chamber, the
breakfast things are all waiting. Well, by
song to baby who kicking in the cradle, a smile
she can summon, things are Strengthened out
and the lofty pile of weeks wearing begins
{ to grow less but the time shortens with it
) it is almost dinner time-by some accident the
, Joint OF meat Is frozen; company calls; Mr.
Benson forgot to get any eggs on Saturday,
Mrs b. must do the next best thing the bell
, rings twelve-the door opens and in rush the
the children from school John has torne his
pantaloons. Mary must have some money
> then to get a thimble-she has just lost hers.
William has cut his finger with a piece of
glass and is calling loudly for his mother.
Poor Mrs. Benson endeavors to keep cheer
full and, to look delighted in the hubbub and
now the dinner by her efforts alone, is upon
the table her husband comes in and perhaps
, wonders why the "pie is not little better
warmed" and with this comment, and smile
on the babe he is off till it is time for teal
forbear to finish the day and shall say the
afternoon is made up of Titles, too small to
Y mention but large enough to try the faith and
; patience of all the patriarchs.
Now, this wife surely has borne the burden
and heat of the day he: limbs are wearied; her
whole energy of mind and body exhausted and
she is exhorted to "welcome her husband
/ with smile" She does it, for woman's love
4 is stronger than death would ask should not
r Mr. B. give his wife smile What has he
done to Tighten her cares through the day -
y How is il In nine cases out of ten, he wish
I es Mrs Benson would put all those noisy chill
dren 10 bed he should be glad to have her tell
David TO go to the post Office for papers, and
) at length, when half way between sleeping he
looks at his pale, exhausted hepmate and ex-
claims ,-'Well, wife,you begin TO look little
h fatgued.'
4 Editors should be more Just and now and
then exhort husbands to do their part towards
n making home more agreeable TO their wives,
. who have borne a world of cares and vexa-
!. tons through the day.
t "NOBODY BUT A PRINTER, ANYHOW"
Such was the sneering expression of per-
son residing not a thousand miles from the
: door of our sanetum, in reference 10 the pro-
{ fession we follow in pride Nobody but q
u Printer" in sooth 1t makes our free blood
: run rampant in our yeines to hear such ex-
: pressions from the lips of those nursed on re-
publican soil. And has labor become dis
: graceful land is the name of Printer a re-
u proach in the land! We cannot believe it
i Whoever gains an honest livelihood by toll,
is a nobleman Let those who scorn the la
borer look back to their grandfathers. and
% thew will see noblemen after the make OF Gods
l. own hand-men who stood and sung among
IS the waving corn-men who wore their hu-
n man nature like crown. Nobody but a
+, Printer, anyhow" Who was William Cax-
q ton, one Of the fathers of literature' mo
E body but Printer % Who was Earl STAN
: hope' Nobody but Printer" Who was
l. Samuel Woodwork, the poet' Nobody but
a Printer - Who was Governor Armstrong,
> of Massachusetts, Nobody buta Printer p
is George p. Morris, James Harper, Horace Gree
lev, Robert Sears, and Senators Cameron, Dix
!; and Niles, and host of no less conspicuous
le names! Who are they "--"N obody but
TO Printers anyhow % Let the mistaken souls
t. If our land scorn those who honestly work
III out the penal condition prescribed by the Crea-
lie tor, and if justice has not gone forever, they
will blister their hands, with manual labour.
u We have seen such justice even in our day
e, Madison Visitor.
J. "Thomas, there is too much hustle here"