Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-05-23
TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING.
GY MRS. MARIANNE DENISON.

EI MRS. MARIANNE DENISON.
MIR. Hubbub was such proper man.
and such quiet man! which his name
didn't signify. lie never saw thread
on the carpet, but he called for tongs and
servant. A chair out of place placed
him in jeopardy of the fidgets.
"It's no use, Mrs. Hubbuh," he would
often say, throwing down his pen, "I
can't write with that confounded scream
ing in my ear"
But Mrs. Hubbub only smiled sweetlv,
Or replied, "my dear, you couldn't write
without it - which quiet rejoinder always
made MIR. Hubbub almost angry. Far
ther than the borders of fit of passion,
MIR. Ill. never was known to get and so
with the benevolent wish that children
were born without tongues, MIR. Hubbub
would get up-Gfter he had finished his
writing, and 60 to his Office.
"My dear, the room never looks fit to
be seen | wish you had little of my
neatness. If you observe, madam, the
sofa is far from straight, and the tongs
are where the shovel ought to be, while
the shovel is vice versa. Now these
things do seriously annoy me, being as
you know a particular man. Here is your
spool, exactly in the centre of the apart
ment, madam, on the lower shelf which
is carpeted. | thought the place for these
things was in ladies pockets: my dear,
with pleasure"-and he presented the
thlmble with great ceremony.
Mrs. H., though naturally one of the
most amiable ladies, felt rather tired on
this particular day. She had prided her
self on reducing every thing, even to the
cat, to the most complete order. She had
united the chairs with which Willy had
played horse, picked up every paper baby,
besides hosts of muti!atcd arms and heads,
united Maggie's bonnet from the sofa
cushion, put the tongs and shovel up pre-
cisely, and worried the poor infant into
profound slumber, which she regretted,
merely because the little unconscious
thing would rumple the pillow, and throw
the coverled into wrinkles.
And to have him find fault when every
thing was so nice-it really was too
trying!
eff Mr.. Hubbub was so excessively
particular, why did he not 90 into his
own neat little study9" she asked. And
she was sure he could not be annoyed by
the children, for she had fixed their play
house in the fifth story, to the imminent
danger Of necks and ribs.
No! Mr.. Hubbub wanted to write just
there, in his wife's sitting room: and Mr..
l1ubbub, wanted the children about him,
too,-didn't believe in sending them out
Of the paternal and maternal sight. But
ne also wanted them to learn how to con
troll themselves, and be quiet at such
times as he wished. lie would have it ;
As to the room, the least disorder was
blemish to him: she knew it, and why
couldn't she try to correct herself!
Mrs. Hubbub sighed, but smiled direct
ly after. She had thought of a plan, and
the next day she decapitated-no, mean
executed it.
AS usual, Mr.. Hubbub came home at
three. Profound stiffness waited upon
him to the door of his wife's room.
My dear, you will observe a brush
there, please to be very thorough in its
application, as cannot allow speck of
dust on my clean carpet.
What rapturous music was this to his
nice ear. Mrs. Hubbub was then really
growing particular.
Long did he scrape and scrape, and
rub and rub, till with as much care as
eggs might warrant, he ventured ON the
carpet.
Sitting at equal distances, his five chill
dren met his gaze with motionless stare
only hugging their five folded arms closer
home, and pressing their five hired pairs
Of lips more firmly against their teeth.
"Well, really this seems something
like it "he said with broad satisfaction,
as he took chair