Litchfield enquirer., 1862-01-02
THE fLUTTER BUpaFT FAM1LY.

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 1rs. Hutser Budget was at church last Sun. days She always is st church; and she never forgets her fan. l have known her for many years, and have never known her to be at church without fan in her hand, and some article upon her person that rustles constantly. Her black silk dress is death to devotion over the space or twenty feet on all sides of her. She fixes the wires in the bounets of her little grls then takes their hats of entirely, then wipes their noses, then shakes her head at them, then makes them exchange seats with each other, then finds the text and hymns for them, then fusses with the cricket, and then fans herself unremittingly un. ii she can see something else to do. During all this time, and throughout all these exercises, the one article of dress on her 6dgety person that has rustles in it, rustles. It chafes against the walls of silence as caged bear chairs, with fe- verish restlessnsss, against the walls of his cell and ss if the annoyance of one sense were not sufficient, she seems to have adopted bob.and. sinker style of trimming, for hat and dress and hair cloak, and every thing that goes to make up her externals. Little tasses and little balls and little tufts-at the end of little cords; and these are all the time bobbing up and down, and trena- bling and threatening to bob up and down like
 The one red leaf. the last of its clan
 That dances as oft dance it can,
 Hanging so light. and hanging so higa'
 
 sky.
 Any nerson who sits near Mrs. Flutter Budg. ct. or undertakes to look at her during divine ser vice. loses all sense of repose, and all power of reflection. The most solemn exercises in which the mind engages cannot be carried on with Ay upon the nose, and any teasing of a single sense, whether of sight, or sound or touch, is fa tai to religious devotion. presume that if the pastor wishes to find the most sterile portions of his field, he needs only to ascertain the names of those who occupy pews in the vicinity of this lively little lady. Her husband died two years ago, of sleeplessness, and a harrassing system of nursing.
 NUMEROUS FAMILY.
 The Flutter Budgets are a numerous family in America. They are not all as restless as Madame, but the characterics of the blood are manifested among them all. They never know fepose and what is worse than this, they dread if not despise it. They are immense workers i; not that they do more work and harder than their neighbors, but they make great fuss about it, and are always at it. They rise early in the morning, and they sit up late at night; and they do this from years end to years end. whether they have anything to do or not. They cannot sit still. They have an unhealthy i'm. pression that it is wrong for them not to be do- iug something" all the time. Nothing in the world will make them so uncomfortable and so restless as leisure Mrs. Flutter Budget could no more sit down without knitting work, or a cock to darn, in one hand, than she could fly. As she has many times remarked, she-would die if she could not work. To her, and all of her name and character, constant action seems to be c necessity. The craving of the smoker for his pipe and cigar, the incessant hankering of the opumeater for his drug, the terrible thirst of the drunkard for his cup-all these are legitimate illustrations of the morbid desire of the Budgets for action and motion. The man who has the habit of using narcotics is not more restless and unhappy without his accustomed stimulus than they are with nothing to do. In truth, believe the desire for action may become just as morbid a passion of the soul as that winch most de. grades and demoralzes mankind.
 NOT A HAPPY WOMAN.
 Mrs. Flutter Budget is not happy woman ]; and, as have intimated before, she seriously in terferes with the, happiness and the spiritual find nothing to do, then she worries Those children of hers are worried nearly to death. If in their play, they get any dirt upon their faces they are immediately sent to make themselves clean. If they soil their clothes, they are shut up until reduced to a proper state of penitence. They are kept out of all draughts of air for fear of a cold and if they should take cold, why, they must take medicine of the most repulsive character as penalty. If they cough out of the wrong corner of their mouths, she suspects them of croupy intentions; and if they venture, at some unguarded moment, on Q cutaneous eruption, they are immediately charged with the measles, or accused of the smallpox. If they quietly sit down for moment of reposs, she ap- prehends sickness, and stirs them about in order to shake it of. Even sleep is not sacred to her, for if she finds flushed face among the har. rassed little slumberers, she wakes its owner to make afectionate inquiries. Her husband, as have already stated, died two years ago. She worked upon his nervous system to such an ex- tent that he was glad to be rid of the world, and of her. Ithink q man would die, after while, with constantly looking at the motion of saw mill. The jar of locomotive makes toughest iron brittle at last; and the wear and tear of a restless wife is beyond the strongest mans endu- rance.-Sprinafetd Republican.