The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1852-02-12

Now, girls. said Aunt Hetty, put down your
embroidery and worsted work, do something
sensible, ard stop buiiding sir-cssses. and talk
ing OF lovers and honey moons; i. makes me
| sick. it's perfectly antimooiai. Lore is farce
masrimeny is q hetabog: Husbands are domestic
Napoleons, Eeros. Aexanders, Gghins for other
hearts to conquer after they are sure of yours
Tho honey moon is as short-iiYed as lucifer
match; after that you may wear your wedding
dress at the wnsh-tub, and your night-cap to
meeting, and your husband wouldn't know it.
Ion may pick up your own pocket handkerchief,
help yourself to chair, and split your gown
across the back reaching over the table TO get
piece OF butter, while he is laying in his break
fast as if it was the last meal he should eat this
side OF Jordan; when he gets through he will
aid your digestion, (while you are slipping your
hrst cup Of coffee, by inquiring what ycu'n have
for dinner, whether the cold lamb was all ate
yesterday; if the charcoal is out, and what Won
gave for the last green tea you bought. Then
be gets up from the table, lights his cigar with
the last evenings paper that you have not had
chance to read; gives two or three whiffs Of
smoke, sure to give you headache for the after
noon, and just as his coat tail is vanishing
through the door, apologises for not doing that
errand for you yesterday thinks it doubtful if
he can to-day-"so PRESSED WITH BUSINESS"
Hear of him at II o'clock, taking an ice-cream
with some ladies at Vinton's while you are at
home new lining his ooat-sleeves. Children by
the ears all day, can't get out to take the air,
feel as crazy as fly in a drum husband comes
home at night, mods q chow dye do Fam"
boxes Charley's ears, stands little Fanny in the
corner, sits down in the easiest chair in the
warmest corner, puts his feet up over the CRATE,
shutting out all the fire, while the baby's little
pug-nose grows blue with the cold; reads the
newspaper all to himself, solaces his inner man
with hot cup of tea, and just as you are labor
ing under the hallucination that he will ask you
to take mouthful of fresh air with him. he puts
on his dressing gown and slippers, and begins to
reckon up the family expenses, after which he
lies down on the sofa, and you keep time with
your needle, while he snores till nine o'clock
Next moTping ask him to leave you /" little
money" he looks at you as if to be sure that
you are in your right mind, draws sigh long
enough and strong enough to initiate pair of
bellows, and asks you "Bhat you want with it,
anu III nan q QOilar won DC. GRACIOUS k1ngi
as if those little shoes, and stockings. and petit
coats could be had for half dollart Oh, girlsi
set your affections on cats, poodles, parrots or
lap-dogs-but let matrimony alone. It's the
hardest way on earth of getting a living-you
never know when your work is done up. Think
of carrying eight or nine children through the
measels, chicken-poz, rash, mumps, and scarlet
fever, some of 'em twice over; it makes my
sides ache to think of it. Oh, you may scrimp
and save, and twist and turn, and dig and delve,
and economise AND DIE, and your husband will
marry again, and take what you have saved to
dress his second wife with. and she'll take your
portrait for a ire-board, and-bat what's the use
of talking? I'll warrant every one of you'll try
it, the first chance you get; there's sort of be-
witchment about it, somehow. / wish one half
of the world warn't fools, and tother half idiots,
l do. Oh, dear i-OLice Branch.