The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1857-06-25
BITTER SWEETS.
A LIFE SKETCH.


"It seems TO me, Einor, that you are almost
always reading or writing when / come in al
night. Is your winter sewing all done p
" Not all. | sewed until nearly eight O'Clock
and then came near dropping asleep; SO took
pen and ink, TO keep me waheiul until you
CO Ume."
"Couldn't you get sufficiently interested in
| your work TO keep awake? p
| why, making wooen wrappers isn't partic-
ularly interesting employment, yet ! have man
aged to do quite d respectable evenings WORK.
Sne, this is all completed, except tile button
holes"
"Wel, when job is so nearly finished, it
would be as well TO make an end of it before
sleeping, wouldn'; it? came out of Fredrrics
ius''' now His wife was pressing of pair Of
1.,, 's has just bsen making for him-had
Per a~ iron =. he fire when came away. Shs
makes all his pan'S. vests Snd summer coats
besides doing the he, ts' o. n,f nos,;' ORR
She certainly is one OF ttie "''' "ii0''''u' W.
men ever knew.
"Thstcternal Fredric's wife = ,.l,Hash' hlinoF'
aud her brow flushed as she snswef.,' An ,
bilious yes. the kind of ambition that u'Hh-s
her wish to be distinguished for doing II.
work than any Other woman in town, while shn
never opens book, Ind Is childisniy ignorant
of what is going or in the world around her
Eiiuor spoitr sharply ,snd regretted II the next
moment as her husband replied:
And very safe sorl ol ambition II is Tor
the wife of "a man Just setting out III litl:--
rather more profitable. fancy, than the am
bition to write poetry for half dozen newspa-
pers'
Aud so ranking thorns were IN the pillows
of husband and wife when sleep descended up
on them that night though Einor sat Wy tie
lamp long after her husband Slumbcred---s"t
until every button-hoe had its place ia The com
pleteG garment, and the page she had been
writing, though blotted with tears was filled to
the end
Poor Einor and poor Harry They had been
married but two short years, and this wSs the
way of it" For how can two walk together
unless they be agreed
Elinor had been married too young, was too
undiscip iplined, and undeveloped, too much a
spoiled child at the time of her marriage, to re-
alize properly its responsibilities or the sacrifices
and duties it involved. She had been
From her chidhoods years,
A being of sudden smiles and tears,
Passions visions, quick light and shade;''
endowed with truthful and sffecIionste ma
ture, but ilEpulsive and often williulaEd sonsi-
tive to a fault. Henry Wayne had been attract
ed by her Joyous, elastic temperamen,,a and warm
heart; he rather admired her quick, Tetentive in
tellrct; he knew her fatal facility of rhyming,
an1 smiled even while he disapproved Though,
Hdu He suspected tudt INC Hbtle BtiHl VA PoOsh'
all undeveloped and unpublished ss it was, had
even now become strong necessity OF her
mental life, he would either have acquainted her
with his belief, honestly held, that its indul-
gence was incompatible nth wite's duties, or
have altogether reinquished the idea of maHyi &
literary woman" For Henry Wayne, though
slow to appreciate the talents which yield their
possessur no tangible and material reward, was
the soul of honor, and would have scorned to
| hide his true opinions on the slightest point,
| from the young girl about to link her lot with
| his. He did not understand her spiritual con
S tuition, its strength and weakness, its springs
of good and ill, its capabilities Of culture, is
unQuenchable thirs, for sympathy. She did not
! know them hers5lf--wTapt as she had heel from
| her childhood in the fondest and most partla
| aIeclion, how could she know the latent good
the hidden evil, which are only ipened by tint
and trial
Three or four years passed, and then the wife
4 who at longer and longer intervals had sou2h
1 recreation in her pen, laid it altogether aside
}, and for as many more, the dust lay heavy upol
the discarded writing desk that had been the de
light of her girlhood. Did il lie upon her hear
: as well? No We live in a world OF cOnlpcn
/, sations True, when he resolution was Hss
taken, there were sighs bEeBthed in secret, an
! tears shed at midnight, aud weary wAkingS i
the morning, TO feel that a brightness had gon
from the sunshine and voice Of singing iron
the melodies Of earth Unquestionably true
). is
"That when the dream of youth departs,
ei 1t brings something to Our heats.
| That never comes again"