Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1853-10-19
elect MISCELLANY.
THE LOVER AND THE HUSBAND.
BY TX. MARVEL.

In his sDreaza Iife,' Tx. Marvel thus sketches
Ia pleasant vein, and with those self-conceited
humanizing incidents which have ever gained the
laughter and good will of the world, the lover and
the newly married man:
You grow unusually amable and kind-you
are earnest in your search of friends: you shake
hands with your office-boy, as if he were your
second cousin. You joke. cheerfnlly with the
stout washerwoman, and give her shilling over
change, and insist upon her keeping it, and grow
quite merry at the recollection of it. You tap
your haekman on the shoulder very famliarly and
tell him he is a capital fellow, and don't allow
him to whip his horses, except when driving to
the post-office You even ask him to take glass
ofbeer with you upon some chilly evening. You
drink to the health of his wife. He says he has,
nowife- -whereupon you think him very misera-
Bile man; and you give him dollar by way of
consolation.
yssYou think all the editorials in the morning pa
pers remarkably well written-whether upon
your side or upon another You think the stock
market has very cheerful look-with Erle-of
which you are large holder-down to seventy five
You wonder why you never admired Mr.. He
mans before, or Stodard or any of the rest
you give a pleasant twirl of your fingers as
you saunter along the street; and say--but not SO
loud as to be oyerheard-sShe is mine-she is
mIne.'s
-.Yon wonder if Frank ever loved Nelly one
half as much as you love Madge! You feel
quite sure he never did. You can hardly conceive
how It is that Madge has not been seized before
now by scores of enamored men, and bore off, like
ch
chuckle over your future like a boy who has found
guinea in cropping for sixpence
You read over the marriage service-thinking
Of the time when you will take her hand and slip
the ring upon her finger; and repeat after the eer-
eyman-sfo richer-for poorer-for better-tor
wssse, a4eat deal of worse there will be
nbont it, you think.
Through SSsll, your heart cleayes to the sweet
image of your beloved Madge, as light cleaves to
day. The weeks leap with bound: and the
months only grow long when you approach that
day which is to make her yours. There are no
flowers rare enough to make boquets for her; dia-
monds are too dim for her to wear; pearls are too
tame.
And after marriage the weeks are even
shorter than before; you wonder why on earth all
single In the WOfl0 10 HUI 1uSn luIHultuouoly
TO the Altar; you look upon them as travelled
man will look upon some coneeited Dutch boor;
whoh has never been beyond the limits OF his cab
bage garden. Married men on the contrary, you
regard as fellow-voyagers, and look. upon their
wiyes-ug1y as they may be-as better than none
you blush little when first telling your butch
er what syour wife, would like; you bargain with
the grocer for sugars and teas, and wonder if ne
knows that you are a married man. You prac
tice your new way of talk upon your Office boy
you tell him that syour wife, expects you home tt
dinner, and are astonished that he does not stare
to hear you say SO!
You wonder if the people in the omnibus know
that you and Madge are just married; and if th'
driver knows that the shilling you hand to him il
for self and wife, You wonder if any body wa
ever so happy before, or will be so happy again.
sYou enter your name upon the hotel books
sClarence--and Lady; and come back to th
book to look at it-wonderingi if any body has nc