True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1858-12-29
Marrying an Editor.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an editors
wife. well remember the day when
Mr.. Snow asked me to become his wife.
| confess, | liked Mr.. Snow, and, think.
ingit would I've very fine thing 10 be the
wife of an editor, said "yes," as pretty
as | knew how; and | became Mrs,
Snow. l have seen ten years of married
life, and 6nd my husband to be an amia-
BILE, good,natured man. He always
spends his evenings at home, and is, in
that respect, model man but he always
brings pile of exchanges, which is only
limited by the length Of his arms, and
reads, while | patch the knees and elbows
of our boys pantaloons and Goals. After
we have had a quaker meeting of an hours
length, break the silence by asking:
"Mr. Snow, did you order that coal !
spoke 10 you about?'
"What did you say, my dear :" he
asks, after few moments silence.
"Did you order tha! coal | spoke to
you about :" .''
Indeed, my dear, l am sorry, but
forgo! all about it. 1t shall come to-mor-
row."
Another hours silence, which is re.
lieved by The baby's crying, and rather
liking to hear noise of some sort | make
no effort 10 quiet him."
only DEAR" says Mr.. Snow, after he
has cried minute or so, "you had better
give the baby some ca;nip tea 10 quiet
him, he troubles me-"
The baby il still another hour passes
without breath of noise. Becoming
tired of silence, take the lamp, and
retire for the night, leaving Mr. S. SO
engaged with his papers that he does not
see me Leave the room Towards mid.
night he comes 10 bed, and jus, as he has
fallen asleep, the baby lakes notion to
cry again. rise as quietly as possible,
and try to still him. While am walking
the room with a small Snow in my arms,
our next-a boy Of three years-begins
10 scream at the top OF his lungs. What
can do? There is no other course but
to call Mr.. Snow, so | call out:
"Mr Snow MI. Snow %
The third time he starts up, and re.
plies:
"What Tim, more copy :"
As though was Tim, that little imp
running about the office, | reply, rather
tartly:
mo, l don't want any more copy-I
have had enough Of that to last me my
life time-I want you TO see what Tom
my is crying about"
MIR. Snow makes desperate effort 10
ronse himself; as Tommy stops TO take
breath. he falls asleep again, leaving me
to pace the room in as much vexation as
| can comfortably contain. The next
morning at breakfast, when | give Mr..
Snow an account of last nights adventure,
he replies: .... .....
'1ndeed my dear, am very sorry the
children troubled you" @ .
This is always the way. III complain.
it is, "indeed, my dear, am very sorry"
But should the very same ching occur
the subsequent night, before his eyes,
very likely he would not see or know
anything about it. unless it happened to
interrupt his train of ideas. Then he
would propose catnip tea, but before l
can get it into the infants stomach, he
will be far away in the realms Of thought,
leaving me little vexed at his stupidity.
"Mr. Snow knows the nature of every
paper published IN England and the
United States, but he cannot, for the life
Of him, tell the names Of his children
He knows precisely the years of every
American journal, but he does not know
the age of his own baby. He knows
how every contributor looks, but do not
believe he can tell whether my eyes are
black or blue. .r...
The world says Mr.. Snow is getting
rich. All | know is, he gives me money
to clothe our boys, and that, too, without
complaint of poverty. hope the world
is right in opinion, and, when am salts.
fed, it is, | shall advise him 10 resign his
editorial hororS and spend few months
in becoming acquainted with his wife and
children. The little ones will feel much
aattered in making the acquaintance Of
so literary man.