The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1858-05-27
Mrs. SHOWS Literary Husband.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Snow, an editors wife,
!, / well remember the day when Mr. Snow
asked me to be his. / confess ] liked
Mr.. Snow and thinking it would be a
very fine thing to be 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
husband to be an amiable, good natured
man. He always spends his evenings at
home, and is, in that respect, very NOR
al man, but he always brings with him
a pile of exchanges, which are limited
only by the length of his arm and reads
while patch the knees and elbows of
our boys coat and pantaloons. After
we have had quaker meeting of an
hours length, break the silence by ask
ing $" Mr.. Snow, did you order that coal
l spoke to you about r.
"What did you say my dear ?" he
asks, after few moments silence.
did you order that coal / spoke to
you about p
"Indeed, my dear, I am very sorry,
but forgot all about it. 1t shall come
tomorrow"
Another hours silence which is reiev-
ed by the baby's crying, and rather lik-
ing to hear noise of some sort, l make
no effort to quiet him.
"My DEAR" said Mr.. Snow, after he
cried minute or so, hadn't you better
give the baby some catnip tea to quiet
| him ha trouhlos mo ="
The baby is still, and another hour
passes away without breath of noise
Becoming tired of silence, l take a lamp
and retire for the night, leaving Mr.. S. so
engaged with his papers that he does not
see me leave the room.
Towards midnight he comes to bed,
and just as he has fallen to sleep the ba-
by takes notion to cry again. ] rise
as quietly as possible, and try to sill 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 do? There
is no course but to call Mr.. Snow; so |
call out Mr.. Snow Mr.. Snow Mr..
Snow
! The third time he starts up and replies:
What, Tim-more copy 2"
AS though was Tim-that little devil
running about bis Office reply, rather
cody, No, | don't want any more copy
I've had enough of that to last my life
time | want you to see what Tommy is
crying about
Mr.. Snow makes a desperate effort to
rouse himself, as Tommy stops to take
breath he falls to sleep again, leaving me
pacing the room in as much vexation as
| can comfortable contain.
The next morning at breakfast, when
| give Mr.. Snow an account of my last
nights adventure, he replies: Indeed,
my dear, am sorry the children troub-
led you"
That is always the way. If / COM
plain, it is, indeed, my dear, am sor-
ry," but should the very same thing oc-
cur the subsequent night directly before
his eyes, very likely he would not see or
know anything about it, unless it happen
ed to interrupt the train of his IDEAS
Then he would propose catnip tea, but
before l can get it into the infants stom-
ach, he will be far away in the realms of
thought, leaving me not little vexed
at his apparent stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows the name of every
paper published in England, France Ger
many but he cant, for the life of him,
tell the names of his own children. He
knows just the age of every American
journal, but he does not know the age of
his baby, He knows just how one of his
contributors looks but | don't believe he |
can tell whether my eyes are black or
blue.
The world says Mr.. Snow is getting
rich /; all l know about it is, he gives me
money to clothe and feed our boys, and /
that too, without a complaint of poverty.
/ hope the world is right in opinion and |
when | am fully satisfied that it's. I shall
advise him to resign his editorial honors,
and spend few months in becoming
acquainted with his wife and children
The little ones will feel much fattered
in making the acquaintance Of so literary
a gentleman.
One establishment in New York, with
the aid of five hundred workmen. turns
out daily four thousand hooped shirts for
the ladies' Exchange.
This being only one of the many SINH
lar establishments Of the country, how
long will it take the American ladies, with !
these facilities to spread over all creation
They will soon,, like patriotic national
politicians, know no North, no South,
no East no West--nothing but the whole
country" and then what crisis can dis
rupt a Union hooped and encircled with
bands Of steel and whalebone ? Letsec
tional agitators "get out of the way
and make room for spreading power
that claims and needs the whole Union
for its sphere Enq1;rer.