Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-01-05
from the Boston Bee.l
XARRIED LIFE,
INTERCEPTED coRREspoNpENcE.


+ [The following was picked up on Post
Office Avenue, q few days since. We beg
pardon of the writer for making it public,
but it is so seldom that so much truth is
contained in letter; that we thought it too
good for the private perusal Of one indivi-
dual only. =s ia a.ass - l-.te -.. .#
81 Z Bosroa, December 9Th, 1852
My dear Joe: - @
If you remember or can recall the sensa-
ton you experienced, (as you have un-
deubtcdly experienced it) when boy, of
finding in the pocket of some cast-off vest,
restored to your back for a single rainy
day, if you can remember, say dear 10,
the joy that crept through your youthful
veins at finding hid beneath the lining an
odd dime, you may know how gladly re-
ceived your letter, and how truly joyful
was at hearing from an old friend whose
whereabouts I have for five long years been
ignorant of. believed you dead, dear 10,
and that several times, for every time I
read of steamboat explosion out West,
and saw it stated at the bottom of the list
Of killed, "one young man, name un-
known" thought it more than likely that
ere this you must have left things terrestrial
for celestial habitation, and therefore
gave up all hopes of ever receiving evidence
in writing of your being still among the
living
In fact, Joe, so certain was I that the
"unknown man." who is 80 frequently
blown up, out West, was really you, that
being in company with "spiritual me-
dium," tried to raise your spirit The
rappings did not give any very satisfactory
reply. It was then suggested that perhaps
you were not dead, and acting upon the
hint, I asked if your spirit had arrived in
the land of dreams. The alphabet was
called for, and c A T was distinctly spelt,
and no more. This puzzled us, but little
till one present thought it might mean
Can't Always Tell" Whereupon the ia
BILE moved three feet, and there were other
manifestations of approval at this transla-
ton by the learned pundit.
= I am right glad to hear that the world
has served you we'll. can truly say the
same, and dear Joe, don't start when I tell
you that am married man yes " trans
ported for life," for some one says every
enc is who marries happily. have had
five years experience in welded life, and 1
can only advise you, if you ever wish to
know what happiness is, to look carefully
round, and find the bird, but be sure find
the right one, and then spring the trap.
Old bachelors May talk about their COM
forts-but what are they compared to ours?
No more to be compared to them, than is
the pleasure of eating small ice cream on
the marble table of confectioner's back
store, to the qualification you experience
in eating hot oysters with pair of red lips
right opposite, who can swallow the BIZ
valves, and brighten the heart at the same
time, by sweet words.
Forgive me the homely comparison, dear
10, but amt it q true one? Married life
has its vexations, its griefs and SORROWS, as
well as single life, but welded happiness is
increased two-fold, and welded sadness is
lessened by being divided by two. 1
thought, dear 10, before was married, that
married life was to be kind of perpetual
honeymoon, which summers heat would
not melt and winters frost would not freeze.
1. imagined prolonged Elyseum of never
ceasing delights, procession of happy
hours, commencing at the altar, to termi-
nate at the grave-but have experienced
the shallowness of such visions and having
prolonged the honeymoon as long as posi-
BILE, have settled down in the enjoyment of
all those stern realities of life which make
life after all, truly valuable to us. Yes, 10,
1 actually go to market, through l never
dieker with the butcher, or apply my olfac-
tery-organ to any fowl or animal, believing
that all such generally become nuisance to
hr+obors ond nav more in the end than