The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1858-09-01
Mrs. Shows Literary Husband.

I we'll remember that day when Mr. Snow
asked me to be his wife, l confess. !
liked Mr.. Snow, and thinking it would be
a very fine thing to DC the wife Of an edi-
tor, said yes as pretty as knew how,
and became Mrs. Snow. | have seen
ten years of married life, and find my hus-
band to be al amiable, good natured man.
He always spends his evenings at home,
and is, in that respect, very model; but
he always brings with him a pile of ex-
changes, which are limited only by the
length os his arms, and reads while patch
the knees and elbows Of our boys coats
and pantaloons. After we have had a
quaker meeting of an hours length, l
would break the silence by asking: "Mr.
Snow, did you order that coal l spoke
OFF,"
What did you say, my dear?" he asks
after moment silence. ...-- ...-
"Did you order that coal ! spoke to
you about?"
"Indeed, my dear, am very sorry, but
l forgot all about it. 1t shall come to.
morrow" -a ,--
Another hours silence, which is reeiv.
ed by the baby's crying, and rather liking
to hear noise of some sort make no
effort to quiet him.
"My DEAR" said Mr.. Snow, after he
cried minute or so, "had'nt you better
give the baby some catuip tea to quiet
him? he troubles me-"
The baby is still, and another hour pas
ses away without a breath of noise. Be
coming tired Of silence, take lamp and
retire for the night, leaving Mr.. S. so en-
gagged with his papers that he did not see
me leave the room.
Towards midnight he comes to bed,
and just as he has fallen to sleep the baby
takes a notion to cry again. I rise as
quietly as possible, and try to still him.
While am walking the room with the
small Snow in my arms, our next--a boy
Of three years-begiDs to scream at the top
of his lungs. What can do? There is
no other course but to call Mr.. Snow: so
/ call out: "Mr. Snow! Mr.. Snowl"
The second time he starts up and re-
plies: "What, Tom-more copy?" h.,
As though was Tom-that little dev-
il, running about his office! Ireply rath-
er cool, "No, I don't want more copy
I've had enough of that to last my life
time; I want you to see what Pete is cry
ing 80 about"
Mr. Snow makes desperate effort TO
rouse himself; as Pete stops to take breath
he falls to sleep again, leaving me pacing
the room in as much vexation as / can
comfortly contain.
The next morning at breakfast when ]
give Mr.. Snow au account of last nights
adventure, he replies, "Indeed my dear,
I am sorry the children troubled you. %
This is always the way. fl complain
it is, 'indeed, my dear / am sorry" but
should the very same thing occur the sub
sequent night, directly before his eyes
very likely he would not see or know any
thing about it unless it happened to in
i terrupt his ideas. Then he would pro.
pose catnip tea, but before l can get it in.
to the infants stomach, he will be fa1
) away in the realms Of thought leaving
me not little vexed at his apparent stu.
pidity. ea s.a rss s. as7ssz
Mr.. Snow knows the name of every pa,
per published in England, France and
!, Germany, but he can't for the life of hin
tell the names of his children. He know:
just the age of every American Journal
but he does not know the age of his owr
! baby. He knows just how each Of hi.
contributors looks, but don't believe ht
, can tell whether my eyes are black o.
: blue. esq @t s3 ssa
The world says Mr.. Snow is getting
rich; all 1 know about it is he gives me
money to clothe and feed our boys, and
t that too without complaint. hope TIN
r world is right inits opinion, and when an
fully satisfied that it is, l shall advise hin
, to resign his editorial honors and spend ,
5 few months in becoming acquainted will
; his wife and children. The little ones vii
feel much flattered in making the &C
) quaintance of so literary gentlemen.