Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-11-06
THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS.


Ny dear" she replied, "you must
not be discontented; We have every com /
fort-what more can we desire :"
"Oh, there are hundred things-a
larger house, a carriage, fine library.
and know not what"
1t is sin to fly in the face of Gods
Providence" replied my wife. Our
house is plenty large enough for our
small family, and as for carriage we
should have no use for it-and then We
subscribe to the Mercantile Library
You can get any book You want from
there. Believe me, my love, we have
every reason to be satisfied with our
present lot, and instead ofrepining, ought
to thank God for it.
And the dear little woman came over
TO me-put her arm round my neck
10, 1 make mistake, she is too short
for that,-pulled my face down to hers
and kissed me.
Dear reader, must tell you that my
aizs is Jonathan Clutterwell, and that
have the privilege Of writing II. D.
aTer my name, as diploma from the
University Medical College in New
York, now hanging in my bedroom am
ply testifes. was born in Virginia,
and of course belong to one Of the F. F.
VS. hope you viii make no mistake
upon this point. At the time 1 COM
mence this history I had been living for
upwards of four years in Madison street
in the City of Baltimore. / had scraped
together very fair practice, and as my
wife said, we had every comfort But
still l was not satisfied; there was DR..
B, kept his carriage, Professor
G. had large fine house. with
ever so many servants, and DR.. D
had a very large library. while l could
get all my books in a moderately sized
bookcase. 1 wanted to jump to the top
Of the ladder at once-I did not like this
waiting for fortune-it was altogether
100 low, too tedious a process for me-
The result nf all WAS I herama diSnnn-
tented, cross, peevish. l was really an
moved, and my naturally good temper
stood in great danger Of being forever
destroyed.
My wife, however, exerted a good
deal of influence over me-soothing my
rufied spirits, and pouring oil upon the
troubled waters. She was a dear good
girl I don't believe It was possible fo1
there to be another woman like her in
the world. She was the epitome of good
ness. She was, but why should
90 on. words cannot express half hel
good qualities must leave it TO the
readers imagination to fill up the por
trait. She also belonged TO F. F. vs.
We had been brought up together from
childhood, had always loved each other
and you might search all the Unitec
States through and you would not find
happier marriage than ours.
The conversation opening my story oc
Cured on the 3lst of December, 1885
We we're undressing for bed, and ha
had few friends to spend the evenin
with US. had been beaten three game
Of chess, running, and that might, pei
haps, have had something to do with ii
creasing my discomfort.
Well, as before said, my wife cam
over and kissed me; this soothed my fee
ings little, and without more grumblin
I jumped into bed.
l dreamed-I scarcely knew what
dreamed that night-Carriages, Hbrarie
gold, silver, were all mixed up in teri
bic confusion. At last, thought VI
dead, and some one was mailing down N
coffin.
8 Rat-tat-tat-"
Perspiration bursting out from ever
pore Of my body.
Rat-tat-tat."
Intense agony of your humble Sc
want.
"Rat-tat-tat"
4 fearful struggle, in which l knockt
ny wife over the eye with my elbow, 70
tunately not hurting her, but causing h
to give me kick, (of course she did n
know what she was doing which ava
ed me.
twas broad daylight, and some Oh
vas knocking at the bedroom doc
which explained the comfortable sens
Hon had experienced of being nail
down in my coffin.
Come ia l exclaimed.
The door opened, and Bridget ma
Ia her appearance Q should say th
bridget was a recent importation fro
II he Emerald Isle, and our maid of
work. l assure you we have had ha
NoFk to train her, To give an idea hs