Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1858-08-21

TIE PLAGUE OF OUR FIRST BABY.-The first baby
was great institution. As soon he came into
this world, he took command in our house. Every
thing was subservent to him. The baby was the
balance wheel that regulated everything. He regu.
lated the temperature, he regulated food he regua
ted the servants, he regulated me- For the first six
months of tina: precious existence he had me up on
an average six times a night Mr. Blifkins," says
my wife, bring that light here, do; the baby looks
strangely; I am SO afraid it will have fit" OF
course the lamp was brought and of course the baby
lay sucking his fist like a little white bear, as he
was "Mr Blifkins," said my wife, II think feel
draft Of air, wish you would get up and see if the
window is not open little because baby might get
sick" Nothing was the matter with the window, as
I knew very we'll "Mr. Blifkins," says my wife,
you have placed it, shines directly in the baby's
eyes-strange you have no more consideration"
arranged the light and went to bed again. just as
1 was dropping to sleep again, =" Mr.. Bfkins," said
my wife, did you think to buy that brema to-day for
the injustice to believe that could overlook mat
ter so essential to the comfort of that nestimable
child 2" She apoogised very handsomely, but made
her anxiety the scapegoat forgave her, and with
out saying word more to her, l addressed myself
to sleep. .sMr. Blifkns," said my wife, shaking
me, "you must not snore so, you will wake the
baby" "Just So" said !, hall asleep, thinking
was Scion Single. "Mr Blifkins," said my wife,
twill yeu get up and hand me the warm Cruel from
the nurse lamp, for the baby ?"-the dear child if
it wasn't for his mother, don't know what he would
do. How can you sleep So Mr.. Blifkins?" 81 sus.
pect my dear" said J. that it is because I'm tired"
"0h it's very veil for you men to talk about being
tired" said my wife; 81 don't know what you
would say if you had to toll and drudge like poor
woman with a baby" l tried to soothe her by tel
ling her she had patience at ALL and got up for
the posset. Having aided in answering the baby's
requirements, | stepped into bed again, with the
hope of shedding "Mr. Blifkins," she said in a
louder key. said nothing. "Oh dear!" said that
estimabe woman in great apparent anguish, "how
can man who has arrived at the honor of live
baby of his own, sleep. when he don't know that the
dear creature will live till morning?" l remained
silent, and after while, eeeming that Mrs. Blifsins
had gone to sleep, stretched my limbs for repose.
How long l slept don't know, but l was awakened
by furious job in the Forehead from some sharp
instrument. l started up, and Mrs. Blifkins was
sitting up in the bed, adjusting some portion of the
baby's dress. She had, in state OF semi somno.
lence, mistaken my head for the pillow, which she
customarily used for a nocturnal pin cushion.
protested against such treatment in somewhat round
terms, pointing to several perforatons in my fore
head. She told me should willingly bear such tri-
fling things for the sake of the baby. insisted up
on it that didn't think my duty as parent to that
young immortal required the surrender of my FORE
head for pincushion. This was one of many nights
passed in this way. The truth was that the baby
was what every other mans first baby is, an auto
crat-abso;ute and unlimited.