The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-01-23
How they go 10 Bed,

The difference between man and
woman in disposition finds no palmer illus
tration than that afforded at the moment
when either of them is retiring to bed.
The young girl trips gaily up to her
chamber and with the cautious timidity pc
culiar to her sex, first locks the door and
arranges the window curtains so that by
no possible chance a passer-by or a belat-
ed nocturnal wandercr can catch glimpse
OF her budding beauty when in en- disha
bile. This task completed, she turns on
the gas to its full, and institutes general
search throughout the apartment that she
may be sure it contains no horrid bug
bear, or a desperate ruffian in big whiskers
and crisp hair Carefully with her deli
cate fingers, she lifts the valance, peers
into places where even Tom Thumb could
not squeeze his diminutive corporation,
and takes half cursory peep into the half
open trunk, not forgetting to glance ner-
vOusly under the sofa, the space between
which and the floor is not sufficient to con-
tain the ghost of Calvin Edison. much less
an ordinary robber
Having ascertained that She is really
alone. she leisurely proceeds to diyest her
fair form of the silk and linen conven-
tionalities of society," First she relieves
her glossy hair of the pins and combs that
enthrall it, and does it up more compactly.
Then off comes the little collar. and the
light vapory cloud OF lace She calls her
under-sleeves, which all the day had been
clasped around her white plump arms by
couple of India rubber straps. Next the
Glove Of Il spring silk - dress is unfastened
in front. Then sUndry waist strings and
buttoned straps are looseG, and 10. what
a collapse, like that Of Loves big balloon
She stands like Saturn, the center of rings
They lie upon the soft carpet, partly Gov
cred by the linen undertakings and over
tiXings, with no more expression in them
than there Is in the bagc floor beneath the
carpet. Sits she now upon the side Of the
snowy bed and begins the umlacin@ OF her
CATERS, and the dsrohing Of those fair
swelling limbs OF the stockings The pretty
little foot is carefully perched upon the
knee-down drops the @airer, Off comes
the elastic, and her thumb, inserted at the
top OF the stocking, pushes it down--down
over the heel, and t!Io cotton rests beside
the prunella. So with the other foot, only
involving Il slight change of position.
There is q smile that creeps ont behind
the bushes OF her sweet face, now, as she
stands before the mirror to fix on the night
cap, and with a quick twist of her fingers
ties the bevitching bow. Then the night
gown IS thrown over the trilled cheInise,
concealing the heaving bosom and shout
der> in the linen folds Then the counter
pane and sheet arc thrown back. the gas
IS turned dOWn--yerv l0W---ilnd tie little
form presses the yielding couch. and the
angel goes off into the world OF dreams
Now in the next room directly above
her, is the great brute Of :, brother. He
comes in, shuts the door with slam,
grovls at chair which happens to be in
his way, pulls off his boots and throws
them into the corner. jerks his socks from
his feet, drops his pantaloons on the floor
and lets them lie there gets his coat and
vest oil by quick yindictive twist OF his
arms and body, unpins his collar, throwsi it
carelessly at rather than On the table
travels to the window in his extrenlity-lo
let down the curtain, as if he didn't care Il
fig whether the whole population beheld
his anatomy or not: then puts out the
light and bOunces into bed. like Il great
calf Jumping into a pile OF hay-curls him
self up, his knees nearly touching his nose
lies Il minute or two, turns on his back,
stretches his limbs out swears at the tuck
ing in of the clothes. grunts, gets over OH
the other SIDE and is--asleep. Then
comes the snoring and snorting.
Isn't there difference in style