The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1857-01-30
A WORD TO FRErFUL WIVES.


up again. What's the matserl are your friend
all dead Novel;, have you lost ever
cent you owned!-no-are your childre
sick? Is your husband crossl have you 60
the tooth.ache, or the head ,ache--or heart
ache? Neither Of these and still as cross a
a Young bear! We wonder how your famil
can endure your presence! These younI
hearts whose sun you ought to be-how yo,
chill them with your frowns and pettishness
No wonder they long to get out Of the house
And now you have struck your little chill
because "he would not stop teasing."-
Friend that blow fell on his soul and left al
indelible scar there. He will feel it long afte
he has forgotten it. Many years from now
when your head has laid low in the grave
that blow, given without cause-impatiently
angriy, will do its work.
Why can't you be good natured! Were
you never so? Memory points to the dayi
of your girlhood-seIdom the lines Of angel
dis6gured your brow, then. And the mar
who won your love thought what happy
home size will make for me! How sweet il
will be to sit down by her side .fter the cares
of the day are over! How beautiful to read
for her pleasure-to be repaid ly smiles and
kisses. And the home was really, and the
bride established she proved unworthy
of the trust reposed in her. Instead OF meet.
ing care with hearty laugh, and "get be-
hind me satan," you worried and fretted, and
began to tell every little trouble to your
husband. 1t was not womanly; it betrayed
weakness both of head and mind Imper-
ceptibly its influence crept into his spirit,
chilling it with worse chill than that Of
death, till it made u shroud Of iron for the
disappointed heart, and the charm of love
and family and home was gone.
"Was once r-how often these words drop
from your lips. 81 was handsome once-I
was this, that and the other once"-and why
not now? You yourself have willed your
own destiny-you have chosen the scolds
Office; you must receive the scold's deserts. A
little philosophy, few words breathed to
heaven for patience, new resolute hope for
to morrow if to-day be stormy-a self denial
in telling petty crosses-a great deal less
selfshness-a desire to make home sane
tuary for yourself and little ones rs well ms
your husbnnd-and to day you had been
happier, handsomer and more beloved.
Freiting sister in light affiction, let us ask
you few plain questions. Does spirit Of
fault finding tighten your cares? If your
bread is burned TO cinder, does Il bring you
a good, light sweet loaf, to sit down and wor.
~ about it! 1.-THE baby IS cross, does II
make him smile like an aaeel TO shake him
almost out of existence? If it rains on wash.
ing day, will your anahemas hurry out the
sun until he stops right over your clothes
line? But If your quick hands turn to the
-four barrel to mould another loaf-if you
soothe the weeping babe with the sweet
words of a mothers plying love, if You de-
vote your washing day to some appropriate
work, how smoothly care will iron down his
features, and become your humble slave in
stead Of the tyranical master he would be!
1t is not too late yet. Surprise your hus-
band with smile-it will be worth dollar
to see his glance Of establishment; hold the
salted water of fthoughtfulness 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 flutter
and lift itself heavenward and look out Of his
eyes with the love of the olden time, and
your home will yet be the paradise you once
coveted.