Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1852-02-26
Benedict, the Married Man.

UooA Iecehdy PuoHsHeu, eItlIleu 'Dream
Life" by Ike Marvel:
"You grow unusually amiable and kind
you 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 shilling over-change, and in
sist upon her keeping it. You tap your
haclsman on the shoulder very famliarly,
tell him he is capital fellow, and don't al
low him to whip his horses, except when
driving to the post office. You even ask
him to take glass of beer with you upon
some chilly evening. You drink to the
health Of his wife. He says he haas no wife
-whereupon you think him very misera-
BILE man, and give him dollar by way of
consolation.
You think all the editorials in the morn
ing papers remarkably well witten, whether
upon your side or upon the other. You think
the stock market has very cheerful look;
with Eirie-of which you are large hold
er-down to seventy-fve. You wonder
why you never admired Mrs. Hemans be-
fore, Stoddard or any of the rest.
You give pleasant twirl to your fingers
as you saunter along the street, and say--but
not not so loud as to be overheard-"She is
mine-she is mine"
You wonder if Frank ever loved Nelly
one half as well as you love Madge? You
feel quite sure he never did. You can hardly
conceive how it is that Madge has not been
seized before now by scores of enamored
swains, and borne off like the Sabine wo-
men in Roman history You chuckle over
your future, like a boy who has found gui-
nea in groping for sixpences. 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 clergyman-''for richer, for poorer-for
better for worse!" A great deal of
"worse" there will be about ii you think!
Through all, your heart cleaves to the
sweet image of the beloved Madge, as light
cleaves to day. The weeks leap with q
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 boquets for her; diamonds
are too dim for her to wear-pearls are
tame.
- And after marriage the weeks are
even shorter than before; you wonder why
on earth all the single men in the world dc
not rush simultaneously to the altar; you
look upon them all as a travelled man will
look upon some conceited Dutch boor, who
has never been beyond the limits of his cab.
bage garden. Married men, on the con.
, trary, you regard as fellow-travellers, ant
look upon their wives, ugly as they may be
as better than none.
You blush little at first telling you,
butcher what ''your wife" would like; yol
bargain with the grocer for sugar and teas
> and wonder if he knows you are married
man? You practice your new way of tall
upon your office boy; you tell him that ''yOu
wife" expects him home TO dinner, AM
u are astonished that he does not stare to hea
Il you say it.
q You wonder if people in the omnibu
. know that Madge and you are just married
n and if the driver knows that the shilling yo
d hand him is for 'self and wife ?" Yo
NJ wonder if anybody was ever so happy be
'e fore, or ever will be so happy again?
} You enter your name upon the hotel boo
a as Clarence - and lady, and come bac
q to look at it--wondering if anybody else hu
u noticed it-and thinking that it looks re
l. markably well. You cannot help thinkin
10 that every third man you meet in the ha
III wishes he possessed your wife; nor do yo
l. think it very sinful in him to wish it. Yo
ie fear it is placing temptation in the way (
et covetous men to put Madge's little gaitel
l. outside the chamber door at night.
III Your home when it is entered, is just whi
IN it should be-quiet, small-with everythin
'e she wishes, and nothing more than sh
= wishes. The sun strikes it in the happe
In possible way-the piano is the sweete
IN toned in the world--the library is Stoke
III to charm-and Madge, the blessed wifi
IN is there, adorning and giving life to all
40 To think even of her possible death, is
v suffering you class with the internal torture
P of the Inquisition. You grow twain ofhea
Us and purpose. Smiles seem made for maj
~ riage, and you wonder how you ever woi
NC them before!
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no man-of-war in the world: the Ocean, OIL
NJ hundred and twenty years. launched in l79