Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1852-03-25
The Lover and the Husband.
BY IK. MARVEL.

thus sketches in a pleasant VEN, and
with those s. elfconceited, humanizlng
incidents " hieh have ever gained
the laughtd and good will OF the
world, the Id yer and the newly mar
ned man:
"You gre W un usually amlable and
kind; YOU are in earnest i'll your
search of friends: you shake hands
with your office boy, as if he were
your secend cousin. You joke cheer
fully with the stout washerwoman;
and give her a shilling over change,
and insist upon her keeping it; and
grow quite merry at the recollec-
ton of it. You tap your hackman
on the shoulder very Familiarity and
tell him he is capital fellow; and
don't allow him to whip his horses,
except when driving to the post Of
flee. You even ask him to take a
glass OF beer with you upon some
chilly evening, you drink to the
health Of his wife. lie says he has
no Wife-whereupon You think him a
very miserable man; and give him a
dollar, by way Of consolation.
"lou think all the editorials in
the morning papers are remarkably
we'll written, whether upon your side
or upon another. You think the
stock-market has a very cheerl jul
look-with Erie e-of which you are
Il large holder-down to seventy-flve.
You wonder why you never admired
Mrs. Hemans before, OF Stoddart, or
any of the rest
"You give pleasant twlrl to your
fingers, as YOU siunter along the
street; and say-but not so loud as
to be overheard She is mlne-she
is mine!
"You wonder if Frank ever loved
Nelly one-half as well as yop love
Magge? You feel quite sure be new
er did. You can hardly cd nceive
how it is, that NIagge has not been
seized before now by scores OF en-
amored men and borne off, Ii ke the
Sabine women in Romish history.
You chucllle over your future, like a
boy who has found aguinea ingroping
for sixpences. You read over the
marriage service,-thinking Of the
time when YOU will take ha. hand,
and slip the ring upon her finger: and
repeat after the clergyman-4or
richer-for poorer, for better-for
worse A great deal of'worse' there
will be about. it, you think
Through all, your heart cleaves
to that sweet image Of the beloved.
Magge, as light cleaves to day. The
weeks leap and bound; and the
months only grow longer 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.
An d after marriage the weeks
Hare even shorter than before; you
wonder why on earth all the single
men in the world do not rush tumul-
tuously to the Altar; you look upon
athem all. as a travelled man will look
Ennbn some conceited Dutch boor, who
has never been beyond the limits OF
his cabbage garden. Married men, on
1.-THE contrary, YOU regard as fellow
/ yovaeers; and look upoE their wives
/ ugly as they may be--as better
THAN none.
4 "You blush a Ettle at first telling
vonr butcher what your wife would
| like, you bargain with the grocer Tor
snoars and teas, and wonder if he
lkn0us that you are a married man!
You practice your new way OF tax
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,
eYou wonder if the people in the
somnibus know that Magge and you
lare lust married; and if the driver
knows that the shilling you hand to
. him is for self and wife? You won
der if anybody was ever SO happy
before, or ever will be 50 happy again.
"You enter your name upon the
hotel books as 'Clarall zee = ant
Lady, and come back to look at i
wondering if anybody else ha'
noticed it, and thinking that i
looks remark ably we'll You canho