The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1857-08-27
A Word TO Fretfnl Wives.

cred up again! What's the matter? are
your friends all dead? Novel have
you lost every cent you ever owned-no!
are your children sick? Is your hus-
band cross? have you the toothache, or
headache--or heartache! Neither of
these, and still as cross as young bear!
We wonder how your family can endure
your presence! These young hearts whose
sun you ought to be--how you chill them
with your frowns and 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 SOULS and
left an indelible scar there. He will feel
itlong aftersh has forgotten it. Many
years from now, when your head is laid
low in the grave, that blow given with
out cause--impatiently, angrily-win do
its work.
Why can't you be good natured? Were
you never so? Memory points out the
days of your girlhood the lines
of anger disfgured your brow then. And
the man who won your love thought what
a 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 over!
How beautiful to read for her pleasure
to be repaid by smiles and kisses. And
the home ready, and the bride establish
ed but she proved unworthy of the trust
reposed in her. Instead of fmeeting care
with hearty laugh, and ''get behind me,
Satan, you worried and fretted, and be-
gan to tell every little trouble to your hus
band. 1t is not womanly, it betrayed
weakness both of head. and mind! I'm
perceptible its influence crept into his
spirit. chilling it with worse chill than
that of death, till it makes a shroud OF iron
for the disappointed heart. and the charm
of love, and family, and home, was gone.
"Was oncep'-how often these words
drop from your lips. 81 was handsome
once-I was this, that, the other, once''
-and why not now! You yourself have
your own destiny-you have chosen the
scold's Office, you must receive the scold's
deserts. A little philosophy, few words
breathed to heaven for patience. new
resolution for to-morrow,if to day be stor-
my-.a little self-denial in telling petty
crosses--a great deal less selfshness-a
desire to make home sanctuary for.y
self and little ones as well as for your hds
band-and to-day you had been happier
handsomer and more beloved.
Fretting sister in light affliction, let US
ask few plain questions. Does spirit
of fault finding tighten your cares? If
your bread burns to acinder. does it bring
you a good light, sweet loaf, to sit down
and worry about it? Ifthe baby is cross,
does it make him smile like an angel to
shake him almost out of existence? Ii it
rains on washing day, will your anathe-
mas hurry out the sun until he stops right
over your close line?- But if your quick
hand turns to the -four barrel to mould an
other loaf--if you soothe the weeping
babe with the sweet words of mothers
plying love, if you devote your washing
day to some appropriate work, how
smoothly care will iron down his features,
and become your humble slave, instead
of the tyranical master he would be!
1t is not too late yet. Surprise your
husband with a smile-it will be worth a
dollar to see his glance of astonishment i,
hold the salted water of thoughtfulluess
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 futter, and lift itself
heavenward, and look out of his EYES with
the love of olden time, and your home will
yet be the paradise you once coveted.
SOME SwEAR1NG.-A witness being re-
quested to give in his testimony at court,
respecting the loss of shirt, gave it