The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1852-09-09
Ti.e Lover and the Husband.
By TX. MARVEL.

BIZ Tx. MARVEL.
In his Dream Life" TX Marvel thus sketch
es in pleasant vein and with those self-ccncer-
ted, humanizing incidents which have ever gain
ed the laughter and good will OF the world, the
lover and the newly married man
e.You grow unusually smiable and kind you
are earnest in your search Of friends; you shake
hands with your Office boy, IS if he were your
second cousin. You joke cheerfully with the
stoutwasherwoman, and give hera shilling over
change, and insist upon her keeping it, and
grow quite merry at the recollection of it. You
tap your hackman on the shoulder very familiar
", and tell him he is q capital fellow and don't
allow him to whip his horses, except when driv-
ing to the post-office You even ask him to take
glass of beer with you upon some chilly eyea-
ing You drink to the health of his wife. He
says he has no wife-whereupon you think him
very miserable man and you give him a dol
lar by way of consolation.
.sYou think all the editorials in the morning
papers are remarkably well written-whether
upon your side upon another. You think the
stock-market has G very cheerful look-with
I4FiS-Ol NuICu SOd arc n 1di AoltACiNtOhh
to seventy-fYs. 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 as to be oyerheard-'She is mine-she
is mine
'You wonder if Frank ever loved Nelly one
l7olF all. Va, faal ~,,ita
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, ike e boy who has
found a guinea in groping for sixpence. You
read over the marriage service-thinking of the
time when you viii take her hand, and slip the
ring upon her finger: and repeat after the cler-
gyman-for richer-for poorer for better
for worse A great deal Of worse there viii
be about it, you think.
Through all, your heart cleaves to that sweet
image OF your beloved Madge, 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 boquets 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 tumul
tuously to the altar you look upon them as
travelled man will look upon some conceited
Dutch boor, who has never been beyond the lin
its of his cabbage garden. Married men, on
the contrary, you regard as fellow voyagers
and look upon their wiyes-ugly as they may be
AS better than none.
"You blush little at first telling your butch
er what your wife, would like; you bargain
with the grocer for sugurs and teas, and wonder
if he knows that you a married man You
practise your new way of talk upon your Office
boy you tell him that your wife expects you
home to dinner and are astonished that he
does not stare to hear you say it
'|You wonder if the people in the omnibus
know that Madge 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 anybody was ever so happy before, or viii 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 anybody else has
noticed it,-and thinking that it looks remarka-
bly, well. You cannot help thinking that every
third man you meet in the hall, wishes he pos
sessed your wife nor do you think it very sin
full in him to wish it. You fear it is putting
temptation in the way of covetous men, to put
Madge's little CATERS outside the chamberdoor
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
wishes. The sun strikes it in the happiest pos
sible way the piano is the sweetest toned in
the world library is stocked to a charm !; and
Madge, that blessed wife, is there, adorning and
giving life to it all. To think, even of her pos
sible death, is suffering you class with the in
fernal tortures Of the IRquisition. You grow
twain of heart of purpose. Smiles seem
made for marriage and you wonder how you
ever wore them before,''
nSy-.sWho is Franklin Pierce ?'-Ruron Re
fector.
He is the unanimous nominee of the Demo-
cratic party for the Presidency, and the very
man they intend to elect. He is the who,
when the war with Mexico was declared, wrote
the following letter to President Polk: