The Kansas herald of freedom., 1856-11-29
For tie Herald of Freedom.
The Difference between Men and
Women

For tie Herald of Freedom.
The Difference between Men and
Women.
Do you wish to learn how much su-
perior the women are to the men? Go,
then, to the sick bed. I have been there
many wearisome month.
You call a physician; he feels your
pulse, and looks at your tongue, and
pronounces you down with a fever;
leaves you some medicine, and directs
watcher. A little after dark, the
door opens, and in walks a six-footer.
He comes up to the bed and aceosts
you with-"Well, old boss, SICK. amt
We? I'm mighty smart with bein'
tired; but as We sent arter me, | couldn't
deny" He takes his seat near the
bed, and begins talking about politics,
pigeons, or potatoes; but breaks off
occasionally, to tell you he is ''sartin
'fraid you're gwine to die" You call
for your medicine, which he finds, az
ter dozen directions on your part
"How many of these ere papers must
| put into that are tumbler?' "Only
one." 'Zounds !! I've put in three !;
but never mind-I can take my jack
knife and take out part on 'em; but I
guess the whole wouldn't hurt feller."
He brings it to the bed, and you ask
him to raise your head, so that you can
take it. He does so, and after you
have taken the dose he lets your head
drop to the pillow land it feels as though
it was falling into a thousand pieces.
You ask him to turn you in bed, and
he goes at you in much the same way
that he would roll large stone into a
wall. He makes you feel sore in ev-
cry part; you groan, and he exclaims:
"Well. we are sick enough mighty
hard chance to get well, l tell ye."-
After while, you ask him for some
Cruel, which he brings to the bed; but
it is very thick. :" Stop, old hunky;
let me deduce it." So he puts in some
cold water, and stirs it up with his
pocket-knife. "Come now, old Teller,
take drop or two before We kick the
bucket; an I'm sartainly 'fraid yell
die fore mornin', an the Lord knows
what could do with ye." So, lift
ing up your head. he lifts the bowl to
your lips, and jostles half the stuff into
your bosom. There, by gosh, you We
lost half ont; never mind-there's
enough left. Well, now, it's wet We,
amt it? Well I'm sorry; but it'll rub
of, when it's dry, if we live long enough
for it to get dry" You ask him t.
draw you up in bed, SO that your head
may rest on the pillow; and he grasp'
you by the arm, and holds on as though
he had an eel by the.tail. And so goe:
the night. Every minute is an hour
Aeyery hour is an age. Morning
and your watcher takes his hat
y1hg, eff We want me agin, send artel
me, an I'll come; but l guess We never
will want me. Good Bye AnC
good bye, say you with good will.
And now for the woman
Another day has passed, and as
, Twilight lets her curtain down,
And pins it with STAR"
you begin to think of the long-lon.
night before you. Your head is read,
to burst into fame, your hands ar
shrivelled, and clenched as with lock
d Jaw, while your feet are in a bed o
e embers. Hank did not the doc
a open? / think I hear rustling.
= that some person in the room? Am
/ sane? Perhaps my Heavenly Fathe
/ has sent kind angel to convey m
r from this world of sin and suffering, t
to blissful, happy home; to a ne,
b life; and
fl "All that life is love-"
But no. Instead of an angel, femal
e form approaches the bed; and from un
b der cape bonnet is a pair of eye
r peering down:into yours. full of symps
thy. "Poor, sick man," is the expires
e sion, as she places her soft hand o
II your temples. She then lifts up you
It head, and changes your pillow; lay
e your head down gently, and takin
n hold of your shoulders, with little {
d your help turns you in bed-and a
h done so easy that you feel no pail
l. She leaves the room, and seems to /
;, absent long time. All, has she gor
/, home? Ana / to be again buried j
2. hasty pudding, or have my head pouno
l. ed to jelly as on blacksmith's anvil
u But, bark! here she comes. She hs
e taken off her bonnet and shawl, an
bears in her hands towel and basi
s of salaratus water, with which 81
e washes one side of your head, neck an
+ shoulders; then she turns you over, an
(. washes the other side. Now she leav,
lie the room, but soon returns, and the
r washes your hands. She holds thel
g in the water till your finger joints al
II Timber, so that you can open yoJ
4 hands. Again she leaves the room Fl
Il a moment; then she goes to the foot
Re the bed, turns up the clothes, "A
r washes your feet. She is not one of 4
IN go dear l'' kind of women, who woul
go into Mysteries to have it known tn
h, she had washed the feet of sick ma
of She is not so easily polluted. thous
K she gives you medicine. Again 81
e. leaves the room. You wonder VIII
It, causes her to go out so often: but pre-
ZEE lently she freturns with bowl of gru,