Muscatine weekly journal. [volume] (Muscatine, Iowa) 185?-1890, 1859-03-18

drills will draw you still nearer to her.
Again, it is a fault, general error
among all husbands-they do not
praise their wives enough. Nothing
is sweeter to the ear Of woman than
praise from one she loves. It 10 such
q wonderful stimulant, too. A good
woman will wade through all kinds Of
difficulties, to win the need Of praise
from her husband"
And thus talked to Charlie, and his
head dropped lower, as he grew more
thoughtful, and during service l observ-
ed him sitting with his arms folded on
his breast, and his head bent forward,
and-I almost hate to tell 1.-THE tears
were on his cheeks.
The light had come, and Charlie
saw, and felt, and comprehended.
"God bless you, Rosa-dear Nettie,
l will do it :" said Charlie, few days
after, as he handed my band box into
the coach after me, and shook hands
warmly at parting. =
All! l see the picture now, of Nettie
standing in the door, with Belle in her
arms, and Winny by her side, and oh !
she looked so happy-too happy to cry
at my departure.
Charlie Camden is one of class of
husbands, and their name is legion
good fellows enough, but they don't
understand the best and finest part OF
woman's nature. Like horny, brown
ed hands, rudely sweeping the chords Of
a delicately strung and finely tuned In
strument.
They are always ready to praise what
is right and good in others-ready tc
thank stranger for the commones'
ciyility, and let their poor wives 90 un'
thanked, while the patient, loving ones,
are everlasting themselves in efforts to
win "Thank you," or, "You are very
kind" or, "This is excellent steak y
or, ''Prime coffee - or, ''Delicious
tea! my DEAR" from their bears Of
husbands. -..-.. ...--
have seen women run here and senC
there, for pattern Of an easy fitting
shirt !; one that didn't lift his arms up
or choke his dear neck, or chang like
a SACK" and then, when it was done
and the devoted woman stood sweating
and anxious, smoothing it down on thu
bumped, ungainly shoulders, never
thank would she get, even though it fit
ted as snug as the bark on tree.
I All! these big Charles are harder tx
be borne, and moro trouble, than thu
dear little, frolicking, mischievou'
class Of boy Charles
/ There's world Of meaning in tn
demure little sentence-praise you'
wits! For lack of it, there are tear
behind the pantry door, and sobs in tn
darkest corner of the cellar, and long
tarryings in the bed chamber, and sun
dry chokings in the throat, and man,
mysterious silence, when forced prais
es are held down by prisoned groan, o
sob, that feels as cold and heavy a
an anvil. And always from coldness
or neglect, or lack of praise, is born
the ominous wall Of ooh, I feel as i
I'd nothing to live for!" ..
But, if the Charles are kind an
polite, and thank their wives often
and show them the same charming re
spect and attention as in the days o
their wooing, and hush all words 0
fault fnding-in short, live out III
same character she fell in love with
then one will see a wife walk as though
she were queen Of the proudest realm
under the SUMS stately and noble, an,
with dancing spring-in her step; no
sneaking and cringing, as though sh'
were the servile tool Of man who's
soul was blind, and shut up in its self
created darkness The the king and sh'
the queen, equal and loving, and per
fectly understanding each other Will
not some of our big Charles heed THU
friendly admonition, and hencefortl
endeavor to make their loving wives
feel that this is what they are desirel
to live for