Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1858-07-20
Mr.. BIifkins,B Baby.

As soon as he came into this breathing
Forld," as-the late w. Shakespeare has it, he
ook command in our house. Every thing
vas subseryient to him. The baby was the
alance-wheel that regulated everything. For
tx months of that precious existence, she
goke me mp on average six times night
Mr.. Blifkins,' said my wife, bring that light
ere, do, the baby looks so strangely; Pm SO
fraid it'll have a fit % OF course the lamp
vas brought, and of course the baby lay suck
ng his fist like white bear as he was. 'Mr.
Slifkin's" said my wife, Il think feel a
Taught of air; Iswish you would get up and
go if the window is not open little, because
ably might get sick" Nothing was the mat
or with the window as knew very well.-
mfr. Blifkins," said my wife, just as was
sOing to sleep again, shat lamp as you have
laced it. shines directly in baby's eyes
trange that you have no more consideration"
arranged the light and went to bed again
ust as was dropping to sleep again, m. Z.
5lifkius," said my wife did you think to buy
aid I, Twill you do me the injustice to be.
natter SO essential to the comfort of that TO-
sstimabIe baby!" She apolSgised very hand
somely, but made her anxiety the scape, goat.
forgave her, and without saying a word
more, addressed myself to sleep. '.Mr. Blif-
kins," said my wife, shaking me you must not
more so; you viii wake the baby" 'Just
o-justso," said half asleep, thinking was
Solan Single. "Mr. Blifkins," said my wife,
twill you get up and hand me the warm CRU
i from the nurselap, for baby ?-the dear
shild, if it vast for its mother, 1 don't know
What it would do. How can you sleep so,
Mr.. BIifkins p 81 suspect, my dear, that it
5 becauee am tired" stOh, its very we'll
ior you men to talk about being tired, said my
wife, ! don't know what you'd say, if you had
o toll and drudge like poor woman with a
baby. triedto sooth her, by telling her
hat she had no patience at all, aud got up
or the present. Having aided in answering
he baby's requirements. stepped into bed
egain with the hope of sleeping. Mr.. B ii.
Sins, said my wife, male no answer. Mr.
3lifkins. said that Unable woman, in appor-
snt anguish, how can man who has arrived
It the honor of having live baty of his own,
ileep, when he don't know that the dear lit
le creature will live till morning? l remained
ilent, and after whilo deeming that Mrs.
8lifkins had gone to sleep, stretched my
limbs for repose. How long slept, don't
Know but l was awakened by furious job
n the forehead by some sharp instrument
stated up. and Mrs. BiIfkins was sitting up
bed, adjusting some portion of the babyts
iress. She had in a state ofsemi sounolence,
mistaken my head for the pillow, which she
;ustomarily used for pin custom. protested
against such treatment in rather warm Ian
yuage pointing TO several perforations in my
orehead. She told me should willingly
1ear such !rifiing things for the baby. in
listed upon it that didn't think my duty
IS parent to that young immortal required
he surrender of my head for pin cushion
This was one of the many nights passed in
his way. The truth was, that baby was
What every other mans first baby is-an au-
ocrat-absolute and unlimited. Such was
he story of Blifkins, as he related it the otis
day. 1t is little exaggerated picture of al
most every mans experience.