The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1858-12-08
A Word to Fretful Wives


There YOU are with your mouth puck.
cred up again What's the matter are
your Friends all dead No-we;I, have
you lost every cent you ever owned-no, !,
are your children sick Is your husband
cross. have you got the tooth ache-or
heart ache? Neither Of these and still as
cross As young bear We wonder
how your family can endure your pres
ence These young ones whose sun you
ought to below you chill them with
your frowns and peltishness No won.
der they long to get out of the house.
And now you have struck your child be,
cause he would not stop teasing. Friend
that bow fell on his soul and left an in
delibe scar there. lie will feel long al!
ter lie has forgotten it. Many years now,
when your head is laid low in tie grave
that blow, given without cause, impatient
Iy, angrily will do its work.
Why can't you be good natured -
Were you never 500 Memory points to
the days Of your childhood, seldom the
lines of anger disfgured your brow then.
Aud the man that won your love thought,
what 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 was ready, and
the bride established but she proved
unworthy Of the trust reposcd IT, her, in
stead OF meeting care with a hearty laugh
and get behind me, Satan you worried
and iretted, and began 10 tell every little
trouble to your husband. 1t WAS not
womanIy it betrayed weakness of both
head and mind lmpreceptibly its influ.
ence crent into his spirit, chilling it with
worse chill than that of death ill it made
shroud Of iron for the disappointed hear,
and the charm Of love and family. and
home was gone.
WAS once how often these words
drop from your lips. Il was hansome once,
| was this, that, or the other once and
why not now ? You yourself have will
led your own destiny, you have chosen
the scoId's office, you must receive that
scoId's desert. A little philosophy, few
words breathed TO heaven for patience. a
! nos" Te"ol"'S 'VTV ED' 80 '"or-e.., - pv.. a.,
crosses-a great deal less selishness-a
desire 10 make home sanctuary for
yourself and little ones as well as vour
husband, and to day you have been hap
pler, handSomer aud more beloved
Fretung sister in light afflic,ion let us
ask few plain questions has fault find,
ing Iightened your cares II your bread
is burned to cinder does it bring YOU a
good, light, sweet loaf, to sit down and
worry about it If the baby is cross
does ii make him smile like an angel, &c
shake him almost out Of existence Ii
1t rains washing day, will your anathe
mas hurry out the sun until lie stops RIGHT
over your clothes line But Il your Quick
hands turned to the flour barrel to mould
another loaf-if you soothe the weeping
child with the sweet words Of mother!
pitying love, ifyou devote your washinc
day to some appropriate work, ,how smooti
care will iron down his features and he
come your humble slave, instead OF tn,
tyrannicai master he would be
1t is not too late yet. Surprise YOU
husband with smiIe-it will be worth
dollar to see his glance of astonishment
the saIted water OF thoughtIessness il
your mouth that you may say nothing
unpleasant, and the angel that has beeI
lying PROSTATE in his hear! with folded
wings, will begin to flutter, and lift i,seI
heayenward and look out of his eyes viii
love Of the olden time, and your hom
will yet be the paradise you once GOV
eted