Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-10-13

self-murder. He was a ghastly sight to
see; nor shall I ever forget the memo
ries of that dreadful day when was
compelled to behold The living agony
and the dying woes of 'Culprit Jui ige.
in sight of that bench and bar rbereat
he had so often presided in convicting
and sentencing villains less gully than
he had been all the whilel'
MRS SHOWS LITERARY HUSBAND.
Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an Editors
wife. 1 well remember the day when
Mr.. Snow asked me to become mis-. /
confess l liked Mr.. Snow, and think it
would be very fine thing to be the wife
Of an editor, l said "yes" as pretty as l
knew how, and l 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
a model man; but he always brings q
pile of exchanges which is limited only
by the length of his arms, and reads,
while l patch the knees and elbows of
our boys pautaloons and coat. After We
have had a Quaker meeting of an hours
length, l break the silence by asking:
Mr.. Snow, did you order that coal /
spoke to you about?'
What did you say, my dear;' he asks,
after few minutes silence.
Did you order that coal, 1 spoke to you
about
Indeed, my dear, I'm sorry, but l for
got all about it. 1t shall come to.mor-
row.
Another hours silence which is reliev-
ed by the baby, crying; and rather lik-
ing to hear noise of scme sort, l made
no effort to quiet him.
My dear. said Mr.. s.. after he cried
a minute or SO, hadn't you better give
the baby some catnip tea to quiet it,
He troubles me-
The baby is still, another hour passes
witeout breath of noise. Becoming tir-
ed of silence, l take lamp and retire for
the night, leving 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
baby takes a notion to cry again. | rise
as quickly as possible, and try to still
him. While 1 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 l do, There is no other course but
to call Mr.. s., so l called out:
Mr.. Snow Mr.. Snow J.
The third time be starts up and re-
plies:
What, Johnny, more copy?'
As though 1 was Johnny, that little
imp, running about his Office. l Ireplied,
rather tartly.
NO l don't want any more copy-Tve
had enough of that to last me my life
time. want you to see what Tommy
is crying about.
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort to
rouse himself; as To umy stops to take
breath, he falls asleep again, leaving
me pacing the room in as much vexatiou
as l can comfortably contain.
The next morning at breakfast, when
l gave Mr.. Snow an account of last nights
adventure, he replies
Indeed, my dear, l am sorry the chill
dren trouble YOU
That is always the way. II I COM
plain it is indeed, my dear, l am very
sorry
But should the same thing occur the
subsequentnight, directly before his eyes,
very likely he would not see or know
about it unless it happened to
the train OF his ideas. Then he
would propose catnip tea; bnt before l
can get it into the infants stomach,
he will be far away in the realms of
thought, leaving me not little ve1ed at
his apparent stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows the nature of every |
paper publisher in England and the Uni
ted States, but be can't for the life of
him tell the names of his children. He
knows just the age Of every American
journal, but he does not know the age of
his own baby. He knows how every con-
tributor 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 is, he gives me
The money to clothe and feed our boys,
and that too, without a complaint OF pow
erty. l hope the world is right in opin-
ion. and when l am fully satisfied that it
is, 1 shall advise him to resign his edit
,rial houors. and spend few months in
becoming acquainted with his wife and
The little ones will feel mu,h
iattered at making the acquaintance of
'siiterary gentleman.
Ifs good act benefits no one else il