Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1858-06-03
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Mr.. BLIFKIYs, BABY.


| The first baby was great institution. As
soon as ne came into this breathing world"
as the late W. Shakespeare has it, be took
command in our house. Eveiy thing was sub
servent to him. The baby was the balance
wheel that regulated everything. He regula-
ted the temperature, he regulated the food, he
regulated the servants, he regulated me- For
the6rst six monthssof that precious existence
he had me upon an average six times night
Mr.. Blifkins," says my wife, bring that light
here, do; the baby looks strangely /; Pm SO
| afraid it will have fit ~ OF courselthe lamp
was. brought, and Of course the baby lay suck
ing his fist like little white bear, as he was
MIR. Bifkins," said my wife, /" think feel
! draught OF air; l wish you would get up and
see if the window is not open little, because
baby might get sick" Nothing was the mat
ter with the window, as / knew very well. s.Mr.
Blifkins," says my wife just as l was going to
sleep again, that lamp, as You have placed it,
shines directly in baby's eyes--strange that
you have no more consideration" / arranged
the light and went to bed again. Just as /
was dropping to sleep again, Mr.. Bhfkius,n
said my wife, :" did you think. to buy that bro
ma to-day for the babyw "My dear,n said l,
twill you do me the injustice to believe that
could overlook matter SO essential to the COM
fort Of that inestimable child I" She apollo
gzed very handsomely, but made her anxiety
the scape goat l forgaye her, and without
saying a word more to her addressed myself
to sleep. Mr.. Blifkins," said my wife, shak-
ing me, you must not snore So you will wake
the baby" jest so-1jest So" said i, half
asleep, thinking / was Scion Single. Mr..
Blifkins," said my wife, twill you get up and
hand me the warm cruel from the nurse lamp
for baby ?-the dear child if it wasn't for
his mother don't know what he would do.--
How can you sleep So Mr.. BIfkins 7" al
suspect, my DEAR" said /, "that it is because
l am tired" "Oh it's very well for you men
to talk about being tired" said my wife 81
don't know what you'd say if you had to toll
and to drudge like poor woman with bl-
by" tried to soothe her by telling her she
had no patience at all, aud got up for the pos
set. Having aided in answering the baby's
requirements stepped into bed again, with
with the hope of sleeping. Mr.. Blifkins,"
said my wife. made no answer. "Mr.f Blif-
kins," said she in louder key. said moth
ing. "Oh dear ~ said that estimable woman
in great apparent anguish, show can man,
who has arrived at the honor of live
baby Of bis own, sleep, when he don't know
that the dear creature will live till morning Z"
remained silent and, after while, deenng
that Mrs. Blifkins had gone to sleep, Istretch-
ed my limbs for repose. How long slept
don't Know, but was awakened by furious
jab in the forehead by some sharp instrument
started up, and Mrs. Blifkins was sitting up
in the bed adjusting some portion of the babys
dress. She had, in state of semi sOmnolence
mistaken my head for the pillow, which she
customarily used for nocturnal pincushion
l protested against such treatmnet IN somewhat
roand terms, pointing to several perforations in
my forehead. She told me / should willingly
bear such triaing things for the sake-of the
baby. insisted upon it that did't think my
duty as parent to that young immortal re-
quired the surrender of my forehead for a PIN
cushion. This was one of many nights passed in
this way The truth was that baby was what
every other mans first baby is, an autocrat---
absolute and unlimited. Such was the story
Of Blifkins as he related it to us, the other
day. 1t is little exaggerated pictureof al
most every mans experience. Boston Eren-
ing Gazette.