Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1858-12-09
MORNING LEADER.
Marrying an Editor.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an editors wife.
l well remember the day when Mr.. Snow asked
me to become his wife. l confess, liked Mr..
Snow, and thinking it would be very fine
thing to be the wife of an editor, said YES, as
pretty as knew how, and became Mrs Snow.
have seen ten years of married life, and find
my husband to be an amiable, good-natured man
He always spends his evenings at home, and is,
in that respect, model man; but he always
brings pile of exchanges, which is only limit
ed by the length of his arms, and reads, while
patch the knees and elbows of our boys panta-
looms and coats. After we have had Quaker
meeting of ali hours length, break the silence
by asking:
Mr.. Snow, did you order that coal spoke to
you aboutl"
"What did you say, my dear!" he asks after
a few moments silence.
"Did you order that coal I spoke to you
about!"
"Indeed, my dear, 1 am sorry, but 1 forgot
all about it. 1t shall come to-morrC w
Another hours silence, which is relieved by
the baby's crying, and rather liking to hear
noise of some sort, | make no effort to quiet
him"
"My DEAR" says Mr. Snow, after he has cried
minute or so, "you had better give the baby
some catniP tea to quiet him, he troubles me-"
The baby is still; another hour passes with
out a breath of noise. Becoming tired of silence,
l take lamp, and retire for the night, leaving
Mr.. S. so engaged with his paper that he does
not see me leave the room. Towards midnight
he comes to bed, and just as he has fallen to
sleep, the baby takes a notion to cry again.
rise quietly as possible, and try to still him.
While am walking the room with small Snow
in my arms, our next-a boy of three years
begins to scream at the top of his lungs. What
can dol There Is no other course but to call
Mr. Snow, SO 1 call out:
"'M1. Snow! Mr.. Snow :"
1.-The third time he starts up, and replies:
"What Tim. more copy !"
As though / was Tim, that little imp run
ming about the Office, reply, rather tarty:
"No, l don't want any more copy-l have
had enough of that to last me my life time-1
want to see what Tommy is crying about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort to rouse
himself; as Tommy stops to take a breath, he
falls asleep again, leaving me to pace the room
in as much ve1ation as l can comfortably con-
tain. The next morning at breakfast, when 1
give Mr.. Snow an account of last nights ad-
"Indeed my dear, am very sorry the chill
dren troubled you"
This is always the way. If 1 complain, it is,
"indeed, my dear, l am very sorry"
But should the very same thing occur the
subsequent night, before his eyes,very likely he
would not see or know anything about it, unless
it happened to interrupt his train of ideas
Then he would propose catnip tea, but before l
can get it into the infants stomach, he will be
far away in the realms of thought leaving me a
little vexed at his stupidity
''Mr. Snow knows the nature of every paper
published in England and the United States,
but he cannot, for the life of him, tell the names
of his children. He knows precisely the years
of every American journal, but he does not
know the age of his own baby. He knows how
every contributor looks, but do not believe he
can tell whether my eyes are black OF blue.
The. world, saws Mr SuHWJiaeyntt;Srssiits-VpI
bows, and that, too, without complaint ofPov
erty. l hope the world is right in opinion, and,
when am satisfied it is, 1 shall advise him to
resign his editorial honors and spend few
months in becoming acquainted with his wife
and children. The little ones will feel much
flattered in making the acquaintance of SO lite
rary a man.