Daily American telegraph., 1852-11-03
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In his Dream Life, TX Marvel thus sketches
IN pleasant vein and with those self-concerted
humanizing incidents which have ever gained the
laughter and goodwill of the werld the lover and
the newl Unmarried man
" You grow unusually amiable and kind, Won
are earnest in your search of friends, you shake
hands with your office boy, as if he were your
second cousin; you JOKE cheerfully with the
stout washer.woman, and give her a shilling
oyerchange and insist upon her keeping it you
tap your hackman on the shoulder very Familiarity,
and tell him he is a capital fellsw and don't al
low him to whip his horses, except when driving
to the post office. You even ask him 10 take a
glass OF beer with you upon some chilly evening.
I GU drink to the health of his wife. He says he
has no wife, whereupon you think him n misera-
BILE man, and you give him dollar by way Of
consolation
"You think all the editorials in the morning
papers are remarkably well written, whether upon
your side or upon another, you think the stock
market has very cheerful look--with Erie-of
which you are large holdcr-down to seventy
five; you wonder why you never admired Mrs
Hemans before or Stoddard or any of the rest
"You give pleasant twirl to Jour fingers, as
you saunter along the street, and y--but not 50
loud rs to be overheard-' She is mine, she is
minen
you wonder if Frank ever loved Nelly one
sure he never did. You can hardly conceive how
it is that Madge has not been seized before now
by scores of enamored men and borne off, like
the Sabine women in Romish history. You
chnckle over your future, like boy who has
found guinea in grouping for a sixpence. You
read over the marriage service thinking Of the
time when you will take her hand and slip the
ring upon her finger, and repeat, after the cler-
gyman, for richer, for poorer; for better, for
A q IL
about il, you think.
Through all, ysur heart cleaves to that sweet
image of your beloved AIadge, as light cleaves to
day. The weeks leap with bound, and the
months only grow long when you approach that
day which is to make her yours There are no
flowers rare enough to make bouquets for her;
diamonds are too dim for her to wear, pearls are
too tame.
"---And after marriage, the weeks are
even shorter than before. You wonder why on
earth oil single men in the world do not rush
simultaneously to the altar You look upon them
as travelled man will upon some conceited
Dutch boor who has never been beyond the limits
of his cabbage garden. Married men, on the
contrary you regard rs fellow-voyagers, and
look upon their wiyes-ugy rs they may be--as
better than none.
"You blush little at irst telling your butcher
what your wife would like; you bargain with
the grocer lot sugar hnu teas, ana wonder II ne
knows you are n married man You practice your
new way of talk upon your office boy-you tell
him that ''your wife" expects you home to din
ner and are astonished that he does not stare 10
hear you say it
"You wonder if the people in the omnibus
know that Sladge and you are just married; and
if the driver knows that the shilling you hand TO
him is for "self and wife p You wonder if any
body was ever 50 happy before, or will be SO
happy again?
"You enter your name upon the hotel books
as Clarence - and Lady ! and come back
to look at il, wondering if any body else has
noticed it-and thinking it looks remarkably well
You cannot help thinking that every third man
you meet in the hall wishes he possessed your
wife; nor do you think it very sinful in him to
wish it. You fear it is putting temptation in the
way Of coyetous men, 10 put Madge's little gait
ers outside the chamber door at night
,'Your home, when il is entered is just what
it should be: quiet, small--with everything that
she wishes, and nothing more than she wants.
The sun strikes it in the happiest possible way;
the piano is the sweetest toned in the world:
library is stocked 10 a charm; and Madge, that
blessed wife, is there, adorning and giving light
TO it all. To think even of her possible death il
II suffering you class with the internal tortures
of the Inquisition. You grow twain OF heart as
Of purpose. Smiles seem made for marriage:
and you wond0rhow you ever wore them before