Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1856-06-12

ding, and looking SO happy-poor old thing!
but to my eyes, she did not seem to belong
to the people around her. She was deli
cate, lady-ike looking woman, with mild
expression, and Of quiet manners; while the
whole brood were needy, careworn, sinister
looking people; rough and uneducated.-
Even the father, although of coarse exterior,
had cast of superiority. We often see
this in families, and there is no accounting
for it,
The only one that at all resembled the old
| lady, was the mother of the little twin boys,
who died of broken heart, from i'll usage.
Her husband was brute, and broke his
neck in horse-race, just one month after
his wife's death. The children were taken
home to their paternal grandmother, and
this, as have said, was their first visit
With that placid smile ON his face, old Mrs.
Winter was the only one in the group who
felt pang at the loss Of the children's mo-
ther; and yet, living at a great distance
from her, she had never been seen by the
aged people.
No one. as observed, paid much atten-
ton to old Mrs. Winter; yet what she had
not endured for them all! In some share
or other, her assistance, her feelings, were
in constant requisition To every one Of
the rough, ungainly- y-looking people, she had
more than acted a mothers part; and yet
they showed more respect to old Timothy,
who had never voluntarily, my uncle said,
done them one kind act Young as [ was,
[ had seen this before, in several families.
The descendants make a greater ado with
the old grandfather.
'sstand aside, Sally DEAR said the aged
woman, sand let me have another look at
the dear little boys. Alas for their poor
dear mother What are their names did
you say? Henry and George? Well, they
are very pretty names but wonder that one
of them was not called Timothy"
Old Timothy had some such feeling in
his own mind, for most old people have this
passion of wishing their name to descend to
their grand children, let the name be ever
|. so ugly But it was a mark of disrespect,
or Indifference, to neglect doing it. To mako
, this neglect apparent to others, was offensive
to old Timothy; SO he cast his eye wrath
fully toward his wife: ssNonsense p' said
; this old man Of eighty-six. He meant that
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fher, but it failed, for it fell on my uncle
Timothy was almost blind, yet he did his
best.
i 'sAnd yet," said uncle Andover, after wo
left the house, ''the old man was always
thought to be kind husband
s'But why" said I, sorely puzzled, "why
is it that all hover around the old man? L
have observed it to be the case everywhere"
"Why?" said he; E'why because men, to
the last, hold the purse-strings, my son;
and because all their children, grand, great
grand, aad great-great grand children, down
to such little ones as we have just left, have
seen the mans eye quell the mother of all;
she that suffered for them, that nursed them
through many dangerous illness; she that
has toiled for them up to her eightieth year,
and has forever interceded for them, when
the old man was churlish. The workings
of the old mans eye-of every mans eye
has made her and all old women what they
are, poor despised creatures: so that to be
called an cold woman" is the most degrad-
ing epithet that can be applied. But their
time is coming; their day is opening, Leo;
and those little twin brothers will not say
ssNonsense! and cast fierce glance at their
wives, when they, tender-hearted to the last,
are anxious that their husband name should
be kept green and fresh in the minds of
their descendants. Yes, my son, the mo-
ment a man marries, his eye begins to
scourge his wife but many are now begin
ming to ask how this must be-
ssTo be sure, my dear uncle" said I, "a
man must often say and do foolish things,
and often act contrary to his wife's judg-
ment. He must, therefore, be as liable to
the fierce glance of the eye, as she is. The
only wonderful thing about it is, that any
man who tertlerly loves his wife, can let his
eye fall on her as if she was his enemy
'.No, Flora," said I, s'never shall this eye
reprove thiner' Uncle Andover looked up
and smiled
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fConclusion next week.