Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-03-30
Mlseel!ang.
THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS.
BY BONJIL SIMIIAwL.

oh, how L wish we were richer!'
said to my wife one day.
MY DEAR she said, you must not be
discontented: We have every comfort
what more do we desire?'
oh, there are hundred things-a
larger house, carriage, fine library, and
know not what Hs .tf
1T is sin to fly in the face of God S
providence, replied my wife. 'Our house
is plenty large enough for our small fam
lily, and as for carriage, we should have
no use for lt-ani then we subscribe
to the Mercantile Library. You can get
any book you want from there. Believe
me, my love, we have every reason to be
satisfied with our present lot, and instead
Of repining, ought to thank God for it
And the dear little woman came over to
me-put her arms around my neek-no,
| made mistake, she is too short for that
she pulled my face down to hers and
kissed me.
Dear reader, must tell you that my
name is Jonathan Cutterwell, and that
have the privilege of writing NJ. d. after
it, as diploma from the University Med
ical College in New York, now hanging in
my bedroom, amply testiies. l was born
in Virginia, and Of course belonged to one
of the +, +. VS., l hope you will make no
mistake upon this point. At the time l
commence this story l had been living
for upward of four years in Madison
street, in the city of Baltimore. l
had scraped together fair picture, and
as my wife had said, we had every COM
fort. But still was not satisfied; there
was DR.. B kept his carriage, Profes-
C had large fine house, with ever
SO many servants, and DR.. D had
very large library, while could getall my
books in moderately sized book case. |
wanted to jump to the top of the ladder at
once--I did not like this waiting for for
tune-it was altogether too slow, too te-
dious process for me. The result Of all
that was, l became discontented, cross,
peevish. l was easily annoyed, and my
naturally good temper stood in great dan
ger of being forever destroyed.
My wife. however, exerted good deal
of influence over me-soothing my ruffled
spirits, pouring oil upon the troubled wa
ters. l don't believe it was possible for
there to be another woman like her in the
world. She was the eptome Of goodness.
She was, but why should go on.
Words cannot express half her good quail
ties; must leave it to the readers imag-
nation to fill up the portrait. She also
belonged to the F. F. V's. We had been
brought up together from childhood, had
always loved each other, and you might
search the whole United States through
and you would not find q happier marriage
than ours. b. +t ...t sah
The conversation opening my story oc-
Cured on the 3lst of December, 1855.
We were undressing for bed, and had had
a few friends to spend the evening with
us. l had been beaten three games of
chees, running, and that might perhaps,
have had something to do with increasing
my discomfort. sfs.
Well, as / before said, my wife came
over and kissed me; this soothed my feel
ings little, and without more grumbling,
l jumped into bed.
ureameu--l scarcely KNOW ,WnaJ
dreamed that night-carriages, libraries,
gold, silver, were all mixed up in terrible
confusion. At last thought / was dead,
and some one was mailing down my coffin.
'Rat-tat-tat.' e.
Perspiration bursting from every pore
in my body.
'Rat-tat-tat.' 'a sf
A fearful struggle in which l knocked
my wife over the eye with my elbow, for
tunately not hurting her, but causing her
to give me kick (of course she did not
know what she was doing) which AVA
kened me.
1t was broad day light, and some one
was knocking at tho bedroom door, which
explained the comfortable sensation had