Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1858-01-05
THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS.

Oh, how | wish we were richer -
said to my wife, one day.
My DEAR" she replied, "you must
not be discontented, we have every cc.n-
/ fort-what more can we desire?'
"Oh, there are hundred things-a
larger house, a carriage, fine library,
and know not what"
" 1t is sin to fly in the face of Gods
Providence" replied my wife. "Our
house is plenty large enough for our small
family, and as for carriage we should
have no use for it-and then we subscribe
to the Merchantile Library You can
get any book you want from there Be
lleve me, my love, we have every reason
TO be satisfied with our present lot, and
instead Of repinIng, ought to thank God
for it,
T And the dear little woman came over
TO me-put her arm round my neck,-no,
make a mistake, she is too short for
that.-pulled my face down to hers, and
kissed me.
Dear reader, | must tell you that my
name is Jonathan Clutterwel, and that
| have the privilege of writing VI. d. af-
ter my name, as a diploma from the Uni
versity Medical College in New York,
now hanging in my bedroom, amply tes-
lifies. | was born in Virginia, and of
course belong to one of the f. L. VS.
hope you Will make no mistake upon this
point. At the time | commence this his
tory had been living for upwards of
four years in Madison street, in the city
of Baltimore. l had scraped together a
very fair practice, and as my wife said,
we had every comfort. But still | was
not satisfied there was DR.. b, kept
his carriage, Professor c. had a large
fine house, with ever so many large libra.
ry, while | could get all my books in a
moderately sized bookcase. l wanted 10
jump to the top of ladder at once-I
did not like this waiting for fortune-it
was altogether too slow, too tedious a pro-
cess for me. The result of all was, be
came discontented, cross peevish. l was
easily annoyed, and my naturally COED
emper stood in great danger of being
forever destroyed.
My wife, however, exerted a good deaI
of influence over me-soothing my ruffled
spirits, and pouring oil upon the troubled
water. She was a dear good girl.
/ don't believed 1t was possible for there tc
be another woman ike her in the world
She was the epitome of goodness. She
was ~, but why should go on, words
cannot express half her good qualities
| must leave it to the readers imagina-
ton to fill up the portrait. She also be.
ionged TO T. F. VS.. We had been
brought up together from childhood, had
always loved each other, and you NIGH
search all the Unued States through and
you would not find a happier marriage
than ours.
The conversation op enllg my story. oc
Cured on the 3lst of December, l $50
We were undressing for bed, and had had
few friends to spend the evening with
US. had been beaten three games o.
chess, running, and that might, perhaps
have had something 10 do with increasing
my discomfort.
Well, as l before said, my wife cam,
,over and kissed me; this soothed my feel
Iings a htlle, and without more grumblinl
l jumped into bed.
| dreamed-I scarcely know what
dreamed that night-Carriages, libraries
gold, silver, were ali mixed up in terribl
lconfusion. AT last l thought was dead
and some one was mailing down my coffin