Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1859-06-11
MARRYING AN EDITOR,

Gay When Mr.. Snow asked me t.
become his wife. I confess, l lik,
Mr.. Snow, and, thinking it woult
} be very fine thing to be the wife
of an editor, | said, "yes,'' as pref
ty as | knew how, and | becam'
Mr.. Snow. I have seen ten year
OF married life, and find my hus
band to be an amiable, good -natur
ed man. He always spends hi,
evenings at home, and io, in tina
respect, a model man !; but he al
WAYS brings a.pile Of exchanges
which is alwaysslimited by The
length. Of his arms, and reads, while
| patch the knees and elbows u
our boys pantaloons and coat
After we have had Quakert
meeting of an hours length, | break
the silence by asking: -
"Mr. Snow, did you order the
coal | spoke to you aboutr'
: What did you say, my dean2''
ne#aske, alter few moments silence
"Did you order that coal | roke
to you about?' *~*
''Jndeed, my dear, I am sorry,
but | forgot all about. It shall
come tomorrow.
Al rother hours silence, which is
relieved by the baby's crying, and,
rather liking to hear a noise OF
some sort, | make. no effort to quiet
my dear" says Mr.. Snow, af:
ter he hasscried a 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 without a breath of noise.-
Becoming tired Of silence, take a
lamp, and retire tor the night, leav-
ing Mr.. S. SO engaged with his pa
per that he d es not see me leave
tho roo.,> --o..l~ --:l-.-'~ .u
comes to bed, and just as he has
fallen to- sleep, the baby takes a
notion to cry again. l rise as quiet
~ as possible, and try to still him.
While l am walking the room with
a small Snow in my arms, our next
a boy Of three years-begins to
scream at the top Of his voice
W hat can l do? There is no other
course but to call Mr.. Snow, so l
call ont.
"Mr. Snow! Mr.. Snow y
The third time he starts up, and
:: WhaG@ Tim, more copy?"~
: s@Assthough was: Tim, that:litt]e
imp running about the Office, / re-
ply rather tartly::
= "No,I don t want, any more CO.
py-I have had enough Of that to
last me for my life ti1ne-I want
you to )! see what Tommy is crying
about" =
Mr. Snow makes a desperate eff:
fort to rouse himself; as Tommy
stops to take breath, he falls asleep
again, leaving me to. pace the room
in as much vexation as4I can com.
fortably contain. The. next morn
ing at breakfast, when 1sgive Mr..
Snow an account Of last nights ad-
venture, he replies:
"This is always the way. If
somp!ain: cor 5aax :oitj it is ), 'ndsd' my DEAR
i ',z1ndeed my dear, | am very sor,
ry the children troubled you"
But should the very same thing
occur the subsequent night, direct
|y before his eyes. very likely he
would not see or know anything
about it, unless it happened to in
his train OF ideas. Then
he would propose catnip tea; but
before I can get it into the infants
stomach, he will be- far away into
the realms Of thought, leaving me
not a little "exed at his stupidity.
M. :. knows the nature of every
paper published in England and
;he United States, but he cannot
for the life of him. tell the names
If his children. He knows precise
y the years OF every American
ournal, but he does not know the
age of his own baby. He knows
1ow every contributor looks, but |.
10 not believe he can tell whether
ny eyes are black or blue. - |