Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1857-02-12

MY dear, she replied, you must not be
di'eOnisnIed, we have every eOmfOrt-whal
more can We desirei'
OBJ there are hundred things-a large
house. carriage, fns library, aud know
not what
1t is sin to ay in the face Of Gods provi.
dencs. replied my wife. Our house is plen.
~ large enough for our small family, and as
Tor carriage we should have no use for it.
aud then We subscribe to the Mercantile Ii
brary, You can get any book yOu, ,wapt fran.
there. Believe me, my love, We have every
reason to be satisfied with our lot, and instead
Of rePining, ought to thank God for it.
And the dear little woman came over to me
put her arms around nv neck, mo made
mistake, she is too short for that, pulled
my face down to hers and kissed me.
Dear reader l must tell you that my name
is Jonathan Clatlerweil, aud that have .be
privilege of writing NJ. D. after my name, as
diploma from the University Medical Col
lsge 10 New York, now hanging in my bed
room. amply testi6es. l was born in Virginia,
and Of course belong TO the F. F. VS., 1
hope you will make no mistake on this point.
At the time commence this history had
been living for upwards Of four years In Mad
iSCn street, in the city of Baltimore l had
scraEed, together very fair practice. and as
my Wife said, we had every comfort, Bui
still was not satisfied, there was Mr. B. kept
his carriage, Professor c. had large, foe
house, with ever so many servants, and DR..
D. had very large library, while l could get
all my books in moderate size book case.
wanted to jump to the top of the ladder al
Orce-I did not ike this waiting for fortune
it was altogether too slow, too tedious pro-
cess for me. The result Of all was, became
discontented. cross peevish, | was easily an.
nOyed and my natural good temper stood in
great danger of being forever destroyed.
My wife, however, exercised good deal
of influence over me-soothing my rufl'
spirits and pouring balm upon the troubled
waters, She was dear, good girl | don't
believe il was possible for there to be another
woman like her in the world. She was the
epitOme Of goodness. She was -, but
why should go on, words cannot express
half her good qualities. must leave il to the
readers imagination to Gil up the portrait
She also belonged to the F. F. VS.. We had
been brought up together flor childhood, had
hlways loved each other, and you might search
all the United States through and you would
not End Happier marriage than ours.
The conversation opening my story, occur
red on the 3lst day OF December, 1856. We
wer undressed fol bed, and had had few
rien Is to spend the evening with us. had
been beaten three games of chess. running.
and that might, perhaps, have had something
to do with increasing my discomfort.
Well, as before said. my wife came over
and kissed me; this soOhed my feelings lit,
tie, and without more grumbling l jumped
in o bed.
dreamed--I scarcely know what I dream
ed that night carriages; libraries, gold, sill
yer, we're all mixed up in terrible cOnfusion.--
Al last I thought vas dead, and some one
was mailing down my coffin.
'Rat-tat-tat.'
Perspiration bursting out from every pore
Of my body.
Rat -tat-tat.'
Intense agony Of Jour humble servant.
Rat tat tat
A fearful struggle, in which | knocked my
wife over the eye with my elbow fortunately
not hurting her, but causing her to give me
kick, (of course she did not know what she
was dong) which awakened me.
1t was broad daylight, and some one knock
ed at the bedroom door, which explained The
comfortable sensation I had experienced of be-
ing Dalled down in my coffin.
Come in, exclaimed.
The door opened, and Bridget made her sp-
pearancs. n should say that Bridg get was
recent mportation from the Emerald Isle, and
our mail Of all work assure you we have
haG hard work to train her. To give an idea
how exceedingly verdant she was when she
6rst came to US. we asked her one hot, scoreh-
ing day, to pour water on some ice; she did
so, only the water was boiling,
II yes please. sir, said Bridget, 'the mates
cooked, and breakfast is nearly cooked, and
breakfast is nearly ready
bridget is from Cork. and her accent is
rather broad
'All right. Bridget replied; I'VE will get
up directly. Give me the Sun paper
Bridget did as requested, and l propped
myself up in bed and began to psruse it,. The
first thing that struck me- was that it was
that it was Tuesday, the. FIRST OF January, 1857