The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1853-11-08
Family Secrets.

The foundry bell rang and Matthews has
tened home to his breakfast. The first sound
that met his ears on opening the door OF his
house. was the sqra'liny children, While his
other senses were rrga,ed with 4 bad smell of
ashes and steam, and the i@ht of his wife in
the act OF mopring up puddle OF brown and
" hite >lop, which was spreading itself over the
floor The character OF poor Mathews do
nestle comfort generally, might be seen in his
wiie's t".ct ON the morning i'll question. lie"
unc"n.bed hair sticking out uudrr the border
Ola dimgy nightcap, her gown open behind,
apron hanging by only one string, and boots
dirty and umaced, com ,leted her appearance
of the thorough sla,tcrn. Her husband was
up ty work regularly at six, but she lay in bed
till the last minute. and then all was in hur-
ry to get breakfast ready in time.
On this morning. as usual, she brought
down the baby, which, uncomfortable i'll its
night clothes, lay screaming in IFS cradle
\ little boy, tired Of being left alone, had
craw led to the top Of the stairs, and there sat
crying N turn Mrs. Matthews had made the
coffee, and put the milk on to boil, and had
Only Just run upto smack the noisy. undrcsScd
urchn on the stairs, when she heard the milk
boiling over and. hurrying on TO snatch it off
the fire, she upset the collee pot, and Was mop
ping up the wasted beverage when her hus-
| baud entered. She eyed him with an angry
trown, which meant to show she was not afraid
of him. lie said nothing and looked round.
On one side were the supper things of the
u,pht bcforc-on the other the cxtingui>hed
! fire. In front, the table covered with dust and
the sloppy floor He turned OH his heel aud
went to breakfast ut a coffee house, which he
| had visited so Otter under similar circumstan.
ces that he looked upon It as 4 much more
comfortable place than his own house.
Richard Cooper, n workman at the same
. foundry, went to his breakfast at the same
/ hour. No sooner did he open the door lead
ng into the kitchen, than Il liltlc girl, the pic
: turc of ceanIieSs, ran for a kiss, and little
| bov lust able to crawl, seemed eager to jump
from his mothers arms Richards wife was
tight and trim little bod y.alwyas neatly dress.
( ed-ncver looking slattcrnly, even when at
work. The room was cheerful and clean,
! breakfast quite ready, the bright coffee pot
stood stcaming on the hop, and il dish of por-
ridge and milk on the table for the children.
Richard snapped his fingers to the little boy,
kissed the little girl. lifted them both into their
little chairs, and sat down opposite his wife,
looking aud feeling very happy. His halt
hours visit to his family every morning, sends
BIN back to his work with renewed hope and
coniidencc The secret Of his comfort and
rood temper lay in his wilc's habits Of early
rising and pridcnt management.
The man that undertook to wrcstle with Il
gallon of rum met with Il most signal defeat
| He WIS grps>cd in less time than you could
! throw Il sumiucrsct.
u Doctor and Poet uuarrrlcd; All indiiIrr
cnt person was applied to settle the dispute
who made the following decisions: "lou arr
faulty, both do pcnancc for your crimes
Bard, take his rhis;c-doctor, read hi>