Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1860-10-27
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THE SQUIRE AND HIS WIFE.

The Squire bad friend to visit him on
business, and was very much annoyed to
be interrupted, by his vile who came to
ask what he wished for dinner
Go away let us aone!' impatiently
said the Squire.
Business detained his friend till dinner
time, and the Squire urged him to remain,
lhe Squire was generous proyider, proud
OF bis table; and he colnplacently escorted
his friend to seat. A little TO the sur.
prise OF both, there was nothing on the
board but huge dish of salad, which the
good wife began quietly to serve up.
My dear, said the Squire, where
are the meats
There are none today replied his
lady.
No meats . What in the name Of poy.
erty The vegetables, then! Why don't
| you have the vegetables brought in ?"
You didn't order any vegetables"
"OrGer-l didn't order anythng?' said
the @mazed Squire.
You forgot" coolly answered the
house wife. ;" asked what we should
have, and you said, 'Lat'~ce ohone" Here
! it is"
The friend burst into q laugh, and the
/ Squire, after looking Iurd and luguJrious
a moment, joined HIM.
Wife, give it up. | owe YOU one
Here is the fifty dollars you wanted for
that carpet, which / declined yuu.' The
Squire iorhed over, Now let US have
peace and some dinner
Iba ,r,,l ,Ua,,,, A.
rang the bell, and q sumptuous repast Of
: fish, poultry auG vegetables aa5 brought :n
\ few days atl.rwagi, tie Squire re-
malneI worNlng in his garden sometime
after the usual late hoUr. rs wife crew
impatient Of delay, AID went to fad him
His excuse, when she asked What he was
waiting for thra" her III nutter Of excite.
ment.
" Some ones to come to supNer!' she
exclaimed. Why didn't You tell me?
declare you are the proyokin-est man -
Aud without asking which Of his friends
was expected, she hastened to change her
dress and " slick ap" her hair for the oc-
cas!on. This done, she came ont and
found the Squire seated al the table read
ing bis newspaper.
" V here your company -
my company? l haven't any comra,
ny"
" But you said you expected somebody
to SUPPER. exclaimed the indignant wife.
MY dear, said 10 such thing. You
askedwhat | was waiting for, and | said !:
" Some ones to come TO sUppcr!'
. 'Summons to come to approximate 5
what | SAID | was waiting for, my dear.
And | came at once
" And YOU have made me 90 and change
my dress ! Oh, III pay Won for this !"
" No matter about il m dear. | owed
you, remember, about that lettuce
Grave Without a FEouument,
The nobest Of cemeteries is the ocean.
Its poetry is, and in human language, ey-
er will be, unWrliteu. lis elements Of
subIlmjty are subjects OF feeling, not des
cription. 1t records, like the reelection
mlrrored OF its waveless bosom, cannot be
transferred TO paper. Its vastness, its
eternal heaVings, its ma jestic music, in a
storm, ana its "perIis, are things which |
have endeavOred a thousand times 70 con-
ceive, but until | was on its mighty bosom
looking ont upon its mighty mountain
waves, feeling that eternity was distant
from me but single plank, had tried in
vain to eel and know the grandeur OF the
sea. there first felt what Jehn of Pat
mos meant when he said Of heaven
There shall be more sea- But there is
one element Of moral suOHmity which i'm =
pressed my mind, and which should be
pleased il | could transfer III all viyidness
to the minds OF your readers Tie sea is
the largest OF cemeteries, and all its siuu
berers sleep without monument. All
other graVey@rds, in all lands show some
symbols .! distinction between the great
and the small, the rich and the poor; but
IN that ocean cemetery the king and the
clown, the prince and the peasant, are
alike unGistlnguiShed The same wave
rolls over alI-the same requiem, by the
| minstreisy OF the ocean is sung to their
honor. Over their remains the same storm
beats and the same sun shines and there
unmarked, the weak and the powerful, the
plum cd and the unhou0red, will sleep on,
unui Awakened by the same trump. the
sea viii give up It's dead. | thought nt
sailing over the slumbering but devoted
y tookman, who after his brief but brilliant
career perished in the president-oyer
the laughter loving Power, who went down
IN the same iit-tated vessel we may have
passed. In That cemetery sleeps the ac
compIished and pious Fisher; but where
he and thousands of others OF the noble
spirits Of earth lie, no one but God know
eth. No marble rises to point out where
their ashes are gathered. or where the
lover OF ;hc good and wise can 20 aud
ahed tear Of sympathy. Who can tell
where lie The tens OF thousands of Atric' 5
sons who pesished i'll the middle pas
sage \ ct that cemetery has ornaments
ot which no other can boast. On no 9th.
er are the heavenly orbs reflected in snch
splendor Over 40 other is heard such
noble melody. In no other are so many
lHimItabie traces of the power Of Jehovah.
Nor can forget my days and nights as |
pass over the nobest of cemeteries with
ont single human monument. Henry
Gucs.
Wealth belongs to some men, Just as
intellect belongs to others They would
be rich anywhere, just as their envious
neishbors would be poor anywhere. At