Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1858-11-24
Mr.. Blifkin's Baby.

That first baby was great institution.
As soon as he came into this "breathing
world" as the late w. Shakespeare has
it, he took command of our house. Every
thing was subservient to him. The baby
was the balance wheel that regulated eveo
ry thing. He regulated the temperature,
he regulated the food, he regulated the
servants, he regulated me: For the first
six mcnths of that precious existence, he
had me up Oh ar average six times a
night.
Mr.. Bliikins, (says my wife, bring that
light here, do the baby looks strangely |
am afraid it will have a fit %
Of course the lamp was brought, and of
course the baby lay sucking his fists like a
little white bear as he was.
"Nlr. Blifkin, (says my wife, think |
feel draught of air; wish you would
get up and see if the window is not open a
a little, because the baby might get sick"
Nothing was the matter with the win"
dow as knew very we'll
"Mr. Blifkins, says my wife, just az
am going to sleep again, that lamp as you
have il placed, shines directly in baby's
eyes-strange that you have no more con
sideration."
| arranged the light and went to bed a.
gain. Just as l was dropping TO sleep "a
gain,
"NIr. Blifkins, (said my wife, did you
think 10 buy that aroma to-day for the
baby?"
my dear, (said H. will you do me the
injustice to believe that could overlook
q matter so essential to the comfort of that
inestjnaable child?"
She apoiogized very handsomely, but
she made her anxiety the scapc-goat. |
forgave her, and without saying wore to
her, addressed myself to sleep.
"4Ir. Blifkins, (said my wife, shaking
me- you must not snore so, you will wake
the baby
"Jest, jest So" said |, half asleep, think
ing was Solon Shingle,
"Mr. Blfkins, tsaid my wife, will you
get up and hand me that warm Cruel
from the nurseolamp for baby THE dear
child if it wasn't for its mother, don't
know what he would do. How can you
sleep so, Mr.. Blifkins?"
II suspect, my dear, (said I,) that It
was because am tired
ooh, its very well for you men to talk
about being tired, (said my wife, | don't
know what you would say you had to
toll and drudge like poor woman with
baby"
| tried to sooth her by telling her she
had no patience at all, and got up for the
posset. Having aided in answering TO the
baby's requirements, stepped into bed a
gain, with the hope of sleeping.
"Mr. Blifkins," said she in a louder
tone,
said nothing.
"Oh, dear (said that estimable woman,
in great apparentanguish,) how can man
who has arrived at the honor of a live ba-
by of his own, sleep, when he don't know
that the dear creature will live till morn
ingw
| remained silent, and, after while,
stretched my limbs for repose. How long
slept don't know, but was awaken
ed by furious jab in the forehead by
some sharp instrument Istarted.up, and
Mrs. Blifkins was sitting up in the bed, adj
justing some portions Of the baby's dress.
She hal in state Of semi-somnolence,
mistaken my head for the pillow, which
she customarily used for nocturnal pin
cushion. protested against such treat
ment in somewhat round terms pointing
to several perforations in my forehead.
She told me should willingly bear such
triaes for the sake of tho baby insist
ed upon it that didn't think my duty as
parent to the young immortal required the
surrender Of my forehead for PIN cush-
ion. This was one of the many nights
passed in this way. The truth was, that
baby, was, what every mans firt baby is,
an MISUNDERSTANDING and unlimited.
Such was the story Of Blifkins, as he re-
lated il to us the other day. 1t is little
exaggerated picture of almost every mans
experience.
nkFy~Those who turn up their noses al