Daily American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1852, 1852-11-03
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In his " Dream Life" Tx. Marvel thus sketches.
In pleasant vein and with those self-coneerted
humanizng incidents which have ever gained the
laughter and goodwill of the werld the lover and
the newy-marrled man:
i" You grow unusually amiable and kind, Won
are earnest in your search OF friends, you shake
hands with your ofIiceboy, as if he were your
second cousin; you JOKE cheerfully with the
stout washer-woman and give her shilling
oyerchange and insist upon her keeping il /; 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 TO take a
glass OF beer with you upon some chilly evening.
! GU drink to the health of his wife. He says he
has no wife, whereupon you think him u misera-
BILE man, and you give him dollar by way Of
consolation. 49,.
"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--wth Erie-of
which you are large hoder--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 your fingers, as
you saunter along the street and say but not SO
loud ms to be overheard She is mine, she is
mine'
"You wonder If Frank ever loved Nelly one
Hull rs Wch az you 1--WE MluRes you I3Sl quite
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
chuckle over your future, like boy who has
found guinea in grouping for sxpence. 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
NOV A aof Iop Jnfl tIau1. -
about it, you think.
Through all, yeur heart cleaves to that sweet
image of your beloved Aladge, as light cleaves to
day. The weeks leap with a 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 all single men in the world do not rush
simultaneously to the altar. You look upon them
rs 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 wives-ugIy rs they may be-as
better than none
"You blush little at first, telling your butcher
what your wife would like; you bargain with
tho BioS'i III sugar hnu tshS, huu Wouuer IL no
knows you are 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 to
hear you say it
"You wonder if the people in the omnibus
know that Nadge and you are just married; and
if the driver knows TINT the shilling you hand to
him is for ''self and wife ?" You wonder if any
body was ever SO 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 it, wondering if any body else has
noticed t-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 covetous men, to put Madge's little gait
ers outside the chamber door at night.
"Your home, when it 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 Il charm and Madge, that
blessed wife, is there, adjoining and giving light
to it all. To think even of her possible death il
II suffering you class with the internal tortures
of the lnquisition. lou grow twain OF heart as
of purpose. Smiles seem made for marriage;
and you wondorhow you ever wore them before'