The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1858-01-28
a ghrillimg 6tory,
The Secret of Happiness.
BY BoNJIL sIMHAwL.

'0h, how I wish we were richerl'
: said to my wife one day. H..
MY DEAR she said, you must not be
p disconnected; we have every comfort
| what more can we desire?'
'Oh, there are a hundred things-a
larger house, carriage, fine library,
end l know not what
1t is sin to fly in the face Of Gods
providence, replied my wife. Our house
isplenty large enough for our small fami-
", and as for carriage, we should baVe
no use for it--and 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 sat-
fsfed 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 neck---
no, l make mistake, she is too short for
that--she pulled my face down to hers
and kissed me.
Dear reader, I must tell you that my
name is Jonathan Cutterwell, and that |
have the privilege of writing N. D. after
1t. as a diploma from the University Med
ical College in New, York, now hanging
ID my bedroom, amply testifes. l was
born in Virginia, and, Of course belonged
to one Of the F. F. VS., hoped you will
make no mistake upon this point At the
time | commence this story had been
living for upwards of four years in Mad-
son street, in the city of Baltimore. I had
scraped together a fair picture, and as
my wife had said, we bad every comfort.
But.still ! was not satisfied; there was
EDr. b kept his carriage, Professor
E-- had large fue house, with ever
80 many servants, and Dr. D had
very large library, while | could get all
J my books in moderately sized book
- Iwanted to jump to the top of the
at ence--I did not like this wait
fertune--it was altogether too slow,
tedious process for me. The result
5 6t all was, became discontented, cross,
psevish. was easily annoyed. and my
haturally good temper stood in great dam
Ger Of being forever destroyed.
ily wife, however, exerted q good deal
auence over me- soothing my rufied
pouring oil upon the troubled
She was dear, good girl. /
- GnaHnrcfsiblc for there to
in the world.
oodAesss She
aid ! go cn.-
a i her gooGqual
musl 49, Ethe read fss i'm
to fllup the portrait.sfShe also
to the f. F. VS.. We had been
up together from childhood, had
loved each other, and you might
Il the whole United States through
d you would not find happier mar
iage than ours.
The conversation opening my story |
urred on the 3lst OF December 1855.
Awere undressing for bed, and had
ad few. friends TO spend the evening
with us. l had been beaten three games
of chess, running, and that might per-
haps, have had something to do with in
crsasing my discomfort.
\ Well, as before said, my wife came
over and kissed me; this soothed my feel
ings little, and without more grumbling |
Jumped into bed.
dreamed--I scarcely know what
dreamed that night--carriages, libraries,
gold, silver, were all mixed up in terrible
INFUSION AT last thoughLI | was dead,
some cDs was nailingdown my cof-
1t tat.'
iration bursting from every pore
uggle in which knocked
the eye with my elbow, for
pthurting her, but causing her
4 kck (of course she did not
kat she. was doing) which awak.
nal daylight, and some one
eL the bedroom door, which
Comfortable sensation had
oSbeing nailed down in my
Be ~ Ilexclaimed.
door opened, and Bridget made her
ee. i should say that Bridget
ent Importation from the Emer-
and was Sur maid of all work -
n assure you we Asd work to train her.
To give You anideS how exceedingly YER
, dant she was whehNshe first came to us,
we asked her one htt, scorching day, to
pour water on some ice; she did so, only
the water was bolina
\ III you pleas. sir, said Bridget. the
mate is all cooked, and breakfast Is nearly
ready ~
/. / (Bridget is from o&k, and her accent
rather broad.
: .All right, Bridget, replied; I'VE viii
st up directly. GiRa pc the Sun pa
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