The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-09-08
Hastings OF Psneh.

"Mr. Browns Letts g." evidently from the
pen Of Thackeray, shsuad be read in the gross
lis almost too bad to cut them In pieces. Bot
the present one is so neatly worded, and Punch
contains so little else for our purpose, that
we think we may venture. Mr.. Brown IL speak
ing Of young men who mary vulgar wives. He
says
"They are on a reading tour for the long
vacation, they are quartered at Ballinafad,
they see Miss Smith or Miss o 'Shaughnessy
every day, healthy, lively, jolly girls. with
red cheeks, bright eyes, and high spirits
they come away at the end of the vacation. |
or when the regiment changes its quarters |
engaged men, family rows easue, mothers |
cry out, papas grumble. Miss pines and
loses her health at Baymouth or Ballina-
fad-consent is got at last, Jones takes his
degree, Jenkins gets his company; Miss
Smith and Miss OShaughnessy become
Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Jenkins.
For the first year it is all very WE'LL
Mrs. Jones is great bouncing handsome
creature, lavishly fond Of her adored Jones,
and caring for no other company but his
They have a cottage at Bayswater. He
walks her out every evening. He sits and
reads the last new novel to her whilst she
works slippers for him, or makes some lit
tie tiny caps, and for-dear Julia, dear
Edward!-they are all in all to one anoth-
er.
Old Mrs. Smith Of course comes up from
/ Swansea at the time when the little caps
arc put into requisition, and takes posses
sion of the cottage at Bayswater. Mrs.
Jones, senior, calls upon Mrs. Edward
Jones mamma, and, of course. is DESTROYS
to do every thing that is civil TO the family
Of Edwards wife.
Mrs. Jones finds in the mother.in-law Of
her Edward large woman with a cotton
umbrella, who dimes in the middle Of the
day, and has her beer, and who calls Mrs.
Jones, Mum. What state they are in in
Packlinton square about this womanl how
can they be CIVIL to her2 Whom can they
ask to meet herr How the girls, Ed
ward s sisters, GO on about herl Fanny
says she ought to be shown to the house
keepers room when she calls; Mary pro-
poses tina; Mrs. Shay, the washerwoman,
should be invited on the day when Mrs.
Smith comes to dinner, and Emma fwho
was Edwards favorite sister, and Who con-
siders herself Tilted by his marriage with
Julia) points out The most dreadful thing of
all, that Mrs. Smith and Julia are exactly
alike, and that in a few years, Mrs. Edward
Jones will be the very image of that
great enormous unwieldly horrid old wo-
man.
Closeted with her daughter, Of whom,
and Of her baby she has taken possession,
Mrs. Smith gives her opinion about the
Joneses:-They may be very good, but they
are too fine ladies for her; and they evident
ly think she is not good enough for them;
they are sad worldly people. and have new
er safe under good minister, that is clear;
they talked French before her on the day
she called in Pockington Gardens, and
though they were laughing at me, I'm sure
! can pardon them, Mrs. Smith says. Ed
ward and Julia have a little alteration
about the manner in which his family has
treated Mrs. Smith, and Julia bursting into
tears as she clasps her child to her bosom,
says. "My child, my child, will you be
taught to be ashamed of your mother!'"
Mr.. Brown says Of this Mrs. Jones. for
instance, that originally she had nothing
but her good bookseller brains were small.
He continues
"What is the lot Of man at the end of a
dozen years who has wife like this! She
Is handsome no longer, and she never had |
any other merit. He can't read novels to |
her all through her life. while she is work. |
ing slippers-it is absurd. He can't be
rhilandering in kensington Gardens with |
lady who does not walk out now except
with two nurse maids and the twins in
go-cart. He is young man still, when
she is an old woman. Love is a mighty
fine thing, dear Bob, but it is not the life
OF a man. There are a thousand other
things for him to think of besides the red
lips OF Lucy, or the bright eyes of Eliza.
here is business. there Is friendship, there
is society. there are taxes, there is ambi.
tion, and the manly desire to exercise the
talents which are given US by heaven, and
reap the prize Of our desert. There are
other books in mans library besides Ovid:
and after dawdling ever 90 long at a wo.
mans knee, one day he gets up and is free.
We have all been there: we have all had
the lever; toe strongest and the smallest
from hanson, Hercules, Rinaldo, down.
waIds; butt burns out, and you get we'll.
Ladies who read this, and who know
what love have for the whole sex, viii
NOT | hope, cry out at the above obssrys-
tons, or be angry because state that The ,
ardor OF love declines after certain pe.
Rod. My dear Mrs. Hopkins, you would /
not have Hopkins to carry on the same
absurd behavior which he exhibited when
ne was counting you'll or in place Of go;ne
to bed and to sleep comfortably, sitting un I
hall the night to write to you bad vsrsssiI
You would not have him racked with zeal.
ousy il you danced or spoke with any one !.
else at ball; or neglect all his friends, hi, :
business, his interests in lie, in order to
dansle at your feeti No, you are ssnsi.
Die woman; you know that be must no to | 6
his counting house, tina. be must receive and
visit his friends, and that he must attend TO I
his and your interest," in LIE. You a., no
longer his goddess, his fairy, his pssrles,
whose name he shouted = Dan \
9n'xots did that Of Dulcinsa. You srs|
Jane HoPkinA you are thirty ysau Old, n