The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1858-08-04
MRS. SHOWS LITERARY HUSBAND

Yes, I'm Mrs. Snow, an editor
wife. I we'll remember that day whe
Mr.. Snow asked me to be his. I con
fess, liked Mr.. Snow, and thinking i
would be very fine thing tobe the wifi
of an editor, said yes as pretty as
knew how; and I became Mrs. Snow
I have seen ten years of married life
and find my husband to be an amiable
good-natured man. He always spend.
his evenings at home, and is, in that re
spect, very model; but he always
brings with him pile of exchanges
which are limited only by the length Of
his arms; and reads while I patch the
knees and elbows of our boys coats and
pantaloons. After we have had a qua.
ker meeting of an hours length, would
break the silence by asking: sMr.
Snow, did you order that GOAL I spoke
of ?"
"What did you say, my dear ?" he
asks, after few moments silence.
"Did you order that Coal spoke to
you about ?"
"Indeed, my dear, I am very sorry,
come tomorrow"
Another hours silence, which is re-
lieved by the baby's crying, and rather
liking to hear a noise of some sort l
make no effort to quiet him.
"My DEAR" said Mr.. Snow, after he
cried a minute or so, "hadn't you better
give baby some catnip tea to quiet him?
he troubles me-"
The baby is still, and another hour
passes away without breath Of noise.
Becoming tired of silence, I take
lamp and retire for the night, leaving
Mr.. S. so engaged with his papers that
he did not see me leave the room.
Towards midnight he comes to bed,
and just as has fallen asleep the baby
takes 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-begins to scream
at the top of his lungs. What can 1
do? There is no other course but to
call Mr.. Snow; so I call OUT: "Mr.
Snow !. Mr.. Snow Mr.. Snow ?"
The third time he starts up and re-
plies: "What, Tom-more copy ?"
AS though 1 was Tom-that little
devil running about his office I reply
rather cool, "No, don't want any more
had enough of that to last
my life time; I want you to see what
Fate is crying SO about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort to |
rouse himself; as Fate stops to take a
breath he falls to sleep again, leaving |
me pacing the room In as much vexation /
as I can comfortably contain.
The next morning at breakfast when |
I give Mr.. Snow an account of last |
nights adventure, he replies, "Indeed,
my dear, am sorry the children troub-
led you"
This is always the way. If CON-
plain, it is, Indeed, my dear, am
sorry" but should the very same thing
occur the subsequent night, directly be-
fore his eyes, very likely he would not
see or know anything about it unless it
happened to interrupt his ideas. Then
be would pr oppose catnip tea, but before
[ can get it into the infants stomach, he
will be far away in the realms of thought,
eaving me not little vexed at his ap-
parent stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows the name of every
PAPER published in England, France and
Germany, but he can't for the life of
him, tell the names of his children
ae knows just the age of every Ameri-
.an journal, but he does not know the
lge of his own baby. He knows just
low each of his contributors looks, but
don't believe he can tell whether my
yes are black or blue.
The world says Mr.. Snow is getting
ich all know about it is he gives me
money to clothe and feed our boys, and
hat too without complaint. hope the
7orld is right in opinion, and when I
m fully satisfied that it is, shall ad-
Use him to resign his editorial honors
few months in becoming ac-
uainted with Lis wife and children
The little ones will feel much fattered
D making the acquaintance of so liter
ry gentlemen.
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