The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1858-07-09
Che Daily aournal.


MR. BLIFxINss BABY.-That first baby
was great institution. As soon as he
came into this breathing world" as the
late ". Shakespeare has it, he took COM
mand in our house. Every thing was sub
seryient TO him. The baby was the balance
wheel that regulated every thing. He reg
/. ulated the temperature, he regulated the
food, be re sulated the servants he regulat-
cd me. For the first six months of that
precious existence, he had me up on an av-
erage six times night. "Mr. BlifkinS,
says my wife, "bring that light here, do;
the baby looks strangely; I'm so afraid it
will have a fitw OF course the lamp was
brought, and of course the baby lay suck
ing his fist like q little white bear as he was.
Mr.. Blifkins," says my wife, 81 think
feel draught of air; | wish you would get
up and see if the window is not open lit
tie, because the baby might get sick. =
Nothing was the matter with the window,
IS | well knew. Z" Mr.. Blifkins," says my
wife, just as | was going to sleep again,
that lamp, as you have placed it, shines
directly in baby'5 eyes-strange that you
have no more consideration. | arranged
the light and went to bed again. Just as |
was dropping to sleep again, /" Mr.. Blif-
kinS," said my wife, did you think to buy
that aroma to-day for the baby ?" Ny
dear, said l, viii you do me the injustice TO
believe that | could overlook matter so
essential to the comfort of that inestimable
child?" She apologized very handsomely,
but she made her anxiety the scape-goat.-
forgave her, and, without saying word
more to her, l addressed myself 10 sleep.
Mr.. Blifkins," said my wife, shaking me,
"you must not snore So you will wake the
baby" "Jest so-jest So" said |, half
asleep, thinking | was Scion Single"
" Mr.. Blifkins," said my wife, "will you
get up, and hand me that warm Cruel from
the nurse lamp for baby ?-the dear child!
if it wasn't for his mother, don't know
what he would do. How can you sleep so,
Mr.. Blifkins = Il suspect, my dear, said
], "that it is because am tired" "Oh, it's
very well for you men to talk about being
tired, said my wife; 81 don't know what
you would say if you had to toll and drudge
like poor woman with a baby" / tried
to soothe her by telling her she had no pa
thence at all, and got up for the posset.
Having aided in answering to the baby's re-
quirements, | stepped into bed again, with
the hope of sleeping. "Mr. Blifkins" said
she, in louder key. | said nothing. "0h,
DEAR said that estimable woman, in great
apparent anguish, chow can man, who
has arrived at the honor OF live baby Of
his own, sleep, when he don't know that
the dear creature will live till morning?"
| remained silent, and, after a while DEEM
ing that Mrs. Blifkins had gone to sleep, /
stretched my limbs for repose.
How long | slept don't know, but was
awakened by a furious jab in the forehead
by some sharp instrument. | started up,
and Mrs. Blifkins was sitting up in the bed,
adjusting the baby's dress. She had, in
state of semi-somnolence, mistaken my head
for the pillow, which she customarily used
for a nocturnal pin-cuShion. | protested
against such treatment in somewhat round
terms, pointing to several perforations in
my forehead. She told Inc | should will
ingly bear such trihing for the sake of
che baby. insisted upon it that | didn't
think my duty as a parent TO that young
immortal required the surrender of my fore
head for a pincushion. This was one OF
many nights passed in this way. The truth
was, that baby was what every mans first
baby is, an autocrat-absolute and unlimit-
ed. Such was the story of Blifkins, as he
related it to us the other day. 1t is a little
exaggerated picture of almost every mans
experience. Saturday EUenng Gazette.