Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1858-06-28
VOL. XII.
MIR. BLIFkIN'S RARy.

AS soon as he came into this brea,b;no
world, as the late w. Shakspere bos;t bo tonH
command in our house. Everything was snb
servlent to him. The baby was the balance
Wneei tnat regulated everything. He regulated
the servants, he regulated me- For the 6rst
SIX months of that precious existence. She vol a
ne m,: on an average six times night. "Mr.
Dhlkins, says my wife, bring that liobt
mere 10, the baby looks strangely; In so afraid
IL III have ft.' Of course the Iamn was
Drought: and of course the baby Law sucking
ms nst like a white bear, as be was. "Mr'
bliiKlns," said my wife, 81 think feel a
uraught OF AIR; L wish you would get up and
see If the window is net open a Ittle. because
baby might get sick" Nothing was the mat
ter with the window, as l knew yery well
Mr. Bilfklns," said my wife, Just as was
gong to sleep again, d" that lamp, as YOU have
piaeed It, shines directly in baby's eyes
strange that you have no more consideration. ~
L arranged the light and went to bed again
Jus, 1u:n as was dropping to sleep again. % Mr.
Biitklns, said my wife, did YOU think to
9uy that broma to-day for the baby % "My
dear, said L, will you do me the Injustice to
believe for moment that l could overlook a
matter so essential to the comfort of that ines
lmaDie oaoy She apOlogized very hand
S9inely, but made her anxiety the scape goat
J., i1lgaVe her; and without saying word more
70 her, addressed myself to sleep. :" Mr..
biitkin, said my wife, shaking me, "you must
not snorc so;you will wake the baby "Just
so-Just so, said |, halt asleep thinking was
Scion Shingle " Mr.. Blifkins, said my wife.
VIII you get up and hand me the warm Cruel
from from the nurse lamp, for baby?-the dear child,
II II II WASH tor its mother, L don't know what
~ would 40 How can you sleep so, Mr. Bif-
gins suspect, my dear, that it is because
am tired. "Oh, it's very we'll for you men
70 talk about being tired, said my wife: |
aon know what you d say, if you had to toll
anu drudge like poor woman with baby
1 trled to soothe her, by telling her that she
had NO patience ar ALL and got up for the pos
net. Having aided in answering the baby's re-
quirements, 1 stepped into bed again with the
hope of sleeping "Mr Blifkins," said NV
WIFE L made no answer. "Mr Blifkins.H
SAID that estlmable woman, in great apparent
anguish, "hOw can a man who has arrived at
the honor of having 4 live baby of his own.
sieep, Wnen he don t know that the dear crea-
ture Will live till morning." Iremained silent,
and, after while, deemiDg that Mis- Blifkins
had gone to sleep, l stretched my limbs for re-
pose How long slept, don't know; but
was awakened by furious job in the forehead
Dy some sharp instrument. / started up, and
Mrs Blltkins was sitting up in the bed, adjust
ing some portion of the babyS dress She had,
IN state OF semi -somnGlence mistaken nv
neau lot the pillow, which she cuStOmarily used
Tor a pin cushion. l protested against such
treatment, in rather warm language pointing
to several Perforations in my forehead. She
told me L should willingly bear such trifing
things for the baby. L insisted upon it that
didn't think my duty as a parent to that young
immortal required the surrender of my head
for pin cushion. This was one of the 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 BIifkins, as he related it the
other day. 1t is little-exaggerated picture of
almost every mans experience.