New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-04-14
MRS. VIOLET.

Mrs. Violet was one of your pattern wives,
never laced her boots without consulting her
husband Her dress maker always stood, scis-
sors in hand, till he had turned over in his mind
the relative advantages of founces and tucks,
boddices and basket waists Mrs Violet was
merely an echo of Mr.. Violet her voice was soft
and low; her motions slow and proper and she
hung on his arm, and cuddled up to his side, in
n manner convincing to the most skeptical that
she was Sc the weaker vessel"
Now suppose you think Mr.. Violet was mas
ter of his own house. St. Peter no more than
you are There was look in the corner of that
little meek creatures eye that was as good ms a
loaded musket; and Mrs. Violet fetched and car
ried accordingly. Not that she ever raised that
musical voice above a singing whisper; no in
deed she left that to the strong minded mon
ster women, who never read this passage in John
Milton 60 He for God only, she for God in him.
Nevertheless, Mrs. Violet's knowledge of the
world was confined entirely to the length of her
apron string, still it was always husband"
and " dear Violet )" even when the poor wretch
knew that his wife wasn't worth two cents, did
he abate "one jot or title of his matrimonial
loyalty.
What gave me convulsions was to hear her
defer to his opinion in company, and then to see
him fetch up in the middle of sentence, at
gentle reminder from the toe Of her slipper un-
der the table!
niRHt iulcl otSppca iuto euc SohiVssioh
box, never daring to swerve particle from the
truth, so fully was he impressed with the idea OF
Mrs Vioet's clairyoyance. How he tended the
baby, and tied the children's pinafores! How
| he sewed on missing buttons when the blinds
were closed How lovingly Mrs. Violet looked
over his hymn book in meeting! How sweetly
she smiled when she offered him the cricket
| How touchingly she turned to husband to reply
| for her, when neghbor asked her question
How he didn't know any more than you do the
contents of his letters till she had inspected the
same How his best coat and vest were locked
up on Sunday night at sundown, lest he should
be tempted to make himself beautiful for some
other Violet. How he had to eat ''picked up
dinners" on the full conviction that the roast
turkey allowance had gone to her mllliners.
| How Tommy had 'soldier cap" made Of the
Evening Transcript before his paternal could get
a birds eve view of it. How Mrs. Violet gave
him private tuition in putting on her shawl atfec-
| tionately, which exhibition was to come off in
public the first favorable opportunity. How all
the humbugged, keen-sighted (') public re-
marked, "What an uncommonly atfectionatt
couple were Mr. and Mrs. Violet.
How Mrs Violet died one day, and how he
husband took a long breath, and took vow t.
find her antipodes if she existed on terra firma
and how he married saucy little beauty, VIII
cuffs his ears in public, and loves him like tel
thousand in private; who minds her baby AM
darning- needle, and leaves him in undisturbe'
possession of his liberty and his ledger. Happ,
Violet He believes, with me, now, in blue eye
and paradise. Fanny Fern.
"THE GRAY MARE THE BETTER HORSE
The Bangor (Maine) Wing relates that In th'
, little town of Eddington there is IA family con
| sistng of six children, the mother OF whom
f, robust, healthy and active, but the father Is Q
quite different character. IL haa peen AT
nged that the wife should go to California an
q make her "pile," whilst the husband shoul
. stay at home and take care OF the children