Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1856-07-16
4 WORD TO FRETFuL. WIVES:

There you are, with your mouth pucker-
ed up again! WHAT'S the matter, are your
friends all dead2 Novel;, have you lost
every cent you ever owned-no!-are your
children sicks-ls your. husband cross
have you got the tooth aehes Neither OF
these Z aud still as cross as young bear
We wonder how your family can endure
your preseuce! These young, hearts whose
sun you ought to below you chill them
with your irowns aud pettishness! No
wonder they long to get out of the house.
And now you have struck your little child
because he would not stop teasing: Friend
that blow fell on his soul and left an indeli.
ble scar there. He will feel it long after he
has forgotten it. Many years from now.
when your head has laid down in the grave,
tina, tlow, given without cause-impatiently,
angrily, will do, its work.
Why can't you be good atureda-Were
you ever so? Memory points to the days
of your girlhood-sefdom the lines of anger
dis6gured your brow then. And the man
who won your love, thought what happy
home she will make for me! How sweet it
will be to sit down by her side after the
cares OF the day are ever! How beautiful
to read for her pleasure-to be repaid by
smiles and kisses. And the home was ready
and the bride established she proved
unworthy of the trust reposed in her. In.
stead of meeting care with hearty laugh,
and "get behind me satan," you worried
and fretted and began to tell every little
trouble to your husband. 1t was not wo.
manly; it betrayed weakness both Of heat
and mind. lmperceptibly its influence crept
into his spirit, chilling it with worse chill
than that of death, till it made shroud of
iron for the disappointed heart, and the charm
of love and family and home was gone.
Was once p--how often those words
drop from your lips. "I was handsome
once-I was this that and the other, once"
and why not now9 You yourself have
willed you own destiny--you have chosen
the scold's office; you must receive the
scold's deserts. A little ply losophy, few
words brea,hed to heaven for patience,
resolute hope for tomorrow if to-day be
stormy-a great deal less selishness-u de.
sire to make home sanctuary fer yourself
and little ones as well as your husband--and
no day you have been happier, handsomer
and ore'beloved.
Frettiug sister in light affliction, let US ask
you few plain questions. Does spirit OF
iault,fnding tighten your caress If your
bread is burned to a cinder, does it bring
you good, light, sweet loaf, to sit down
and worry about it9 If the baby is cross,
does it make him smile like an angel to
shake him almost out Of existence2 If it
rains on washing day will your anathamas
hurry out the sun till be stops right over
your clothes:line9 But if your quick hands
turn to the -four barrel, to mould another
loaf-rif you soothe the weeping babe with
the sweet words of mothers plying love,
if you devote your washing day to some
apportioned work, how smoothly care will
iron down his features, and become your
humble slave instead Of the tyrannical mas
ter he would be!
it's not too late yet Surprise your bus.
band with smile--it will be worth dollar
to see his glance of astonishment; hold the
salted water Of thoughfulness in your mouth,
that you may say nothing unpleasant; and
the angel that has been lying PROSTATE in
his heart with folded wings, will begin to
hutter and lift itself hcavenward and look
out of its eyes with the love of the o!den
time, and your home will be the paradise
you once coveted.--Oliue Branch.