Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1853-12-15

white arm 1t was bitter cold night
but, in spite of it, l paused in turning
down the sheets, and when one foo
was already raised to get into bed, fol
it suddenly struck me that perhap;
Amelia Ann was thinking of me al
that moment; yesl sitting abstractly
before her chamber fire, in all virgin
white, blushing and Eliminating. 'Ah
dear Amelia Ami 1 calculated, clasp
ing the air, and dropping the coverleti
and in that ecstacy / stood all in the
cold, which bit me like pair of nip
pers in ten thousand places at once,
and / popped into the bed, and curling
up like whip lash repeated my lovely
Amelia Ann,' till, falling asleep, l
dreamed of her all night.
called three times that week to see
her. She played on the piano divine
ly, and sang like St. Cecilia.
Her Last Rose of Summer was en-
chanting, better than Jenny Lind's l
thought. l have never forgotten her
two boisterous brothers, who used to
talk aloud while she sung, and who
when silent, never listened to her.
The rude Doors. if
The second week l knew Amelia
Ann, 1 spent every. evening but one
with her, and then she had headache,
and could see nobody. How / walked
up and down on the other side of the
way, looking up at a window which /
knew to be hers, and where light was
burning. Once or twice a shadow was
reflected on the curtain, and that was
almost as good as seeing her. Dearest
Amelia Ann,' 1 said, if l could only
have your headache for you
The next Sunday l proposed. Every
one but we two had gone to church and
we two remained at home to read
'Lallah Rookh.' l can still point out
the exact spot on the back parlor sofa,
where she sat when she promised to be
mine.
We have been married five years,
but some how or other, she don't care
for dress any more, and as for poetry,
she declares it trash Her hair is
worn plain, and often looks frowsy; but
she says its impossible, with all her
family, to be fixing it forever. In
truth, our three darlings occupy SO
much of her attention, that she has no
time for nothing She never opens
the piano, she does not know the new
pieces she says, and is tired of the old
ones.'
She often tells me it is a wonder that
she looks as well as she does, consider
ing the trouble of housekeeping, espe-
cially the perversity of children, and
the difficulty of keeping servants. Her
cares, she declares, are wearing out
her life,' so 1 consider it a miracle she
survives at ALL 1t is true, endeavor
to tighten the load for her by nursing
the baby all the evening. and getting up
at night to carry it when it cries. l
allow her, too, unlimited credit at the |
milliners; for she VOWS she could not be |
happy without four bonnets year.
l used to think, before we were mar
ried, that she lived on air, perhaps,
like chameleon, or withou. eating
But she has an excellent appetite now.
If it wasn't for that, she says, she
should long since have died under her
troubles She lately joined the tenn
perance society, but still persists in
drinking the strongest black tea. She
has certain dishes that are quite favorites
with her; for it was but yesterday she
said: BE sure you come home to dinner.
love, for we are going to have what 1
love above all things-beefsteak smoth-
cred in onionsl'
And thus l fell in love with blue
dress and white shoulders, that beef
steak and onions might come of it.