Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1858-11-26
MRS. SHOWS LITERARY HUS-
BAND.

| Yes. IN Mrs. Peter Snow an editors wife
| well remember the day when Mr.. Snow ask
ed me to be his. confess | liked Mr. Snow,
and thinking it would be very pretty thing
to be the wife of an editor, said, yes as pref
tily as knew how and became Mrs. Snow
| have seen ten years of married life, and find
my husband to be an amiaole, good natured
man. lie always spends his evenings at
| home, and he is in that respect model man,
| but he always brings a pile of exchanges,
which is limited only by the length of his
arms, and reads, while patch the knees and
elbows of our boys pantaloons and coats. At
ter we have had a Quaker meeting of an
| hours length, break the silence by asking
Mr.. Snow, did you order that coal | spoke
to you about?'
What did you say, my dear, he asks, af
ter few minutes silence.
Did you order that coal spoke to you
about?'
Indeed my dear I'm sorry, but forgot
all about it. 1t shall come TO morrow.
Another hours silence which is relieved by
the baby crying, and rather liking to hear
noise of some sort make no effort to quiet
him
My dear, said Mr. S, after he had cried
minute or so, hadn't you better give the
baby some catnip tea to quiet him. He
troubles me-
The baby is still; another hour passes with
out breath of noise. Becoming tired of ST.
lence, take lamp and retire for the night,
leaving Mr.. 5, so engaged with his papers
that he docs not see me leave the room.
Towards midnight he comes to bed, and
just as he has fallen to sleep, the baby takes
II notion to cry again | rise as quickly as
possible and try to still him. While | am
WA Z iDfr tba with ha sunnll S,,u- -,
my arms our next-a boy of three years
begins to scream at top of his lungs. What
can do There is no other course but to
call Mr.. S, so / call out
Mr.. Snow Mr.. Snow
The third time he starts up and replies:
What, Tim, more copy?
As though was Tim, that little imp run
ming about his oHce. Ireplied rather tar
ly;
NO don want any more copy-l've had
enough OF that all my life time. | want you
to see what Tommy is crying about
Mr., Snow makes desperate effort T. rouse
himself, but as Tommy stops to take breath he
falls asleep again, leaving me pacing the room
in as mnch vexation as | can comfortably con-
tain.
The next morning, at breakfast, when |
give Mr. Snow an account of last nights ad-
'N''eNLNo' hS lSiliSe'-
Indeed, my dear | am sorry the children
trouble YOU
That is always the way, 1t is Indeed my
dear, am very sorry
But should the very same thing occur the
subsequent night, directly before his eyes,
very likely he would not see or know any
thing about it, unless it happened to inter
rupt the train of his ideas. Then he would
propose catnip tea; but before | can get it in
TO the chld's stomach he " i'll be far away in
the realms of thought, leaving me not little
vexed at his apparent stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows the nature ofeyery paper
published in England and the United Sta ties,
but he can t for the life OF him tell the names
OF his children. He knows exactly the age Of
every American Journal, but he does not
know the age of his own baby. He knows
how every contributor looks, but don't be-
leye that he can tell whether my eyes are
blue or black.
The world says that Mr. Snow is getting
rich. All know is, that he gives me mon.
~ TO feed and elothe our boys, and that, too,
without poverty. | hope the world is right
N It's opinions and when am fully satisfied
hat It Is, ! shall advise him to resign his
EDITORIAL honors, and spend few months IN
1ecoming acquainted with his wife and chill
iren. The little ones will feel much hatterel
It becoming acquainted with SO literary a
gentleman