Daily national Democrat., 1859-02-15
NO. 3.
DAILY 9latlonaI Democrat.
Marrying an Editor.

yes I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an editors
wife. | well remember the day when Mr.
Snow asked me to become his wife. | con
fess, liked Mr.. Snow, and thinking it would
be very fine thing to be the wife of an edi-
tor, l said yes as pretty as l knew how, and
becau e Mrs Snow. I 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, a model man but he always brings
a pile of exchanges, which is only Hmited by
the length of his arms, and reads, while I
patch the knees and elbows of our boys pan
falcons and coat. After we have had Qua
ker meeting of an hours length, break the
silence by asking
"AIr. Snow did you order that coal spoke
to you about ?"
"What did you say, my dear ?" he asks, af-
ter few moments silence.
Odd you order that coal l spoke to you
about ?'
Indeed, my dear, am sorry, but forgot
all abous it, 1t shall come tomorrow"
"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
a minute or 50, ''you had better give the baby
some catnip tea to quiet him, he troubles
me-"
The baby is still another hour passed
without breath of noise Becoming tired
of silence | take lamp, and retire for the
night, leaving Mr.. 5. so engaged with his
paper that he does not see me leave the ROOM
Towards midnight he come to bed, and just
as he has fallen to sleep, the baby takes no.
tion to cry again. | rise as quietly as possi-
bic, amp try to still him. While l am walk
ing the room with a small Snow in my arms,
our neXt--a boy of three years-begins to
scream at the top of HE lungs. What can
do? There is no other course but to call Mr..
Snow, so l called out:
Mr. Snow Mr.. Snow'
The third time he starts up aud replies.
what! Time, more copyp
As though | was Tim, that little imp run
ming about the office, | reply rather tartly
mo, don't want any more copy-I have
had enough of that to last me my lifetime
l want you to see what Tommy is crying
about"
"Alr. Snow makes q desperate effort to
rouse himself; as Tommy stops to take a
breath, he falls to sleep again, leaving me to
pace the room in as much yexaton as l can
comfortably contain. The next morning at
breaefast when give Mr. Snow an account
of last nights adventure, he replies;
"Indeed, my dear, l am very sorry the.
children bothered you"
This is always the way. If complain
it is, indeed, my dear, am very sorry
But should the very same thing occur the
subsequent night, directly before his eyes,
very likely he would not see or know any
thing about it, unless it happened to inter
rupt his train of ideas. Then he would pro-
pose catnip tea but before l can get it into
the infants stomach, lie will be far away into
the realms of thought, leaving me not little
yeXed at his stupidity.
Mr. Snow knows the nature of every pa
per published in England and the United
States, but he cannot, for the life of him, tell
the names of his children. He knows pre-
cisely the years Of every American journal,
but he doesn't know the age Of his own baby
lie knows how every contributor looks, but
do not believe he can tell whether my eyes
are black or blue
The world says Mr.. Snow is getting rich.
All know is, he gives me money to clothe
our boys, and that, too without a con plant
of poverty. l hope the world is right in
opinion, and, when am satisfied it is, | shall
advise him to resign his editorial honors, and
spend few months with his wife and chill
dren. The little ones will feel much fiattered
in making the acquaintance of SO literary u
man.-PrinlerS NewS Letter.