Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1852-02-04
THE LOVER AND THE HUSBAND.
BY TX MARVEL.

Ia his Dream Life Marvel thus sketch
es in pleasant vein, and those seit.con-
ceted, humaniZing incidents which have
ever gained the laughter and good will of
,be world, the lover and the newly married
man.
You grow unusually amiai,le aud 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 wasliwoman; and
give her shilling uverAchange and insist
upon her keeping it; and grow quite merry
st the recollection of it. You tap your
hackman On the shoulder very familiarly,
and tell him he is capital fellow; aud
don't allow him 10 whip his horses except
when driving to the post.office. You even
ask him 90 take a glass OF beer with you
upon some chilly evening. You drink 10
the health OF his wife, He says he has no
wife-whereupon you think him very
miserable man and give him dollar, by
way OF consolation.
You think all the editorials in the morn
ing papers are remarkably well wrtlen,-
whether upon your side or upon another
You think the stock market has very
cheerful look,-with Ere--of which you
are large holder-down to seventy-five.
You wonder why you never admired Mrs.
Hermans before, or Stoddard, or any of the
rest
You give pleasant twiri to your fingers,
as you saunter along the street; and say
but 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 Madge? You feel
quite sure he never did. You can hardy
conceive how it is, that Madge has not
been seized before now by scores of enam-
ored men, and borne off, like the Sabine
woman in Romish history. You chuckIe
over your future, like boy who has found
guinea in cropping for a sixpence You
read over marriage ervice,-thinking of The
time when you will take her hand and slip
the ring upon her finger; and repeat alter
the clergyman-'lor richer-for poorer, for
bener-for worser A great deal of worse
there will be about it you think!
Through all your heart cleaves to that
sweet image of the beloved .Madge, as light
cleaves to the 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 100 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 do
not rush tumutuously TO the Altar: YOU
look upon them ALL as 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 contrary
you regard as fellow voyagers and look
upon their wives-ngly as they may be-as
better than none.
You blush little at first telling your
butcher what your wife would like YOU
bargain with the grocer for sugars and teas
and wonder if he knol0s that you are mar
RED man? You practice your new way Of
talk upon your Office boy you tell him
that your wife expects you home 70 dippe5
and HRear aBBss d ff say ii
you wonder if the people in the omni-
bus know that Madge and you are Just
married, and if the driver knows that the
shilling you hand 10 him is for self and
wife You wonder if anybody was ever
so happy before, or ever will be so happy
again?
You enter your name upon the hotel
books as Clarence --- and Lady: and
come back 10 look at it,-wondering if any
body else has noticed it,-and thinking that
At looks remarkably well. You cannot help
thinking that every third man you meet in
the ball, wishes he possessed your wife =
nor do you think it very sinful in him to
wish II. You fear it is placing temptation
IN the way Of covetous men to put Madge's
little CATERS outside the chamber door at
night.
Your home, when it is entered, is Just
what il should be :-quiet, small, with
everything she wishes, and nothing more
than she wishes. The san strikes it in
the haPpiesl possible way the piano is
the sweetest toned in the world the H.
brary is stocked to charm and Madge,
that blessed wife is fnere,-adorning and
giving lie to it all. To think, even, of her
possible death, is suffering you class with
the internal tortures of the Inquisition. You
grow twain of heart and of purpose. Smiles
seem made tor marriage; and you wonder
now Won ever 1uoro than