Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1863-02-05
HOW THEY GO TO BED.

The difference between man and wo-
man in disposition finds no palmer illus
tration than that afforded at the moment
when either of them retire to bed.
The young girl trips gaily up to her
chamber, and with the cautious timidty
peculiar to her sex, first locks the doors
and arranges the window-curtains, SO
that by no possible chance passer by
or belated nocturnal wanderer, from the
pavement, can catch glimpse of her
budding beauty when in desbabille.-
This task completed. she turns on the
gas to it's full, and institutes a general
search Of the apartment, that she may be
sure it does not contain horrible bug
lar or a desperate ruffian,' in big whis-
kers and crisp black hair. Carefully,
with her delicate little fingers, she fits
i the bed valeces, peers into places where
even Tom Thumb couldn't squeeze his
diminutive corporation, and takes acu-
sorry glance into the half emptied trunk
not forgetting to glance nervously under
the sofa, the space between which and
tie floor is not sufficient to contain the
ghost of Calvis Edsen, much less an or
dinary robber.
Having ascertained that she is really a
lone, she lcisurely proceeds to divest her
fair form of the silk and linen conven-
tionalities of society," First, she re-
lieves her glossy hair from its thraldom
of pins and combs, and does it up more
compactly.' Then off comes the little
collar and the light, vapory cloud of lace
she calls her undersleeves which all the
day have been casped around her white
plump arms by couple of india rubber
straps. Next, the love of a spring silk
dress is unfastened in front The sun
dry waist strings and buttoned straps
are un oosed, and 10 what collapse,
like that of loves big balloon. She
stands like Saturn, in the centre of rings.
There they lie upon the soft carpet;
partly covered by the linen undertakings,
with no more expression in them than
tn ere is in the bare floor beneath the
carpet. Sits sne now upon the edge of
the snowy bed, and begins the unlaeing
of Ga ters, and the disrobing of those
fair swelling limbs in the stockings
The pretty little foot is carefully pearch-
ed upon the knec-doW drops the gai-
ter, off comes the elastic, and her thumb
inserted at the top of the stocking: push
es it downtown over the heel, and
the cotton rests besides the prunella.
There is smiles that peeps out from
behind the bushes of her sweet face now
as standing before the glass she places
upon her head the night cap, and with
a quick twist of her finger ties the be-
witching bow. Then the night gown is
thrown over the frilled chemise, conceal
, ing the heaving bosom, and the should
ders in the linen folds. Then the coun-
terpaine and sheets are thrown back, tn
gas is turned down, very low-and the
little form presses the yielding couch and
the angel goes of into the worlds of
dreams.
Now, in the room directly above her
is the great brute of a brother. He
comes into it, shuts the door with slam,
turns the key with snap, growls at a
chair which happens to be in his way,
pulls of his boots and throws them into
corner, jerks his socks from his feet,
drops his pantaloons on the floor and lets
them lay there, gets off his coat and vest
by quick, vindicitive sort of twist Of
his arms and body, unpins and unbut-
tons his collar throws it carlessly with
the tie, rather than on the table, travels
to the window in his shirt extremity to
let down the curtains as if he didn't care
cuss whether the entire popu lation Of
the street beheld his anatomy or not,
then puts out the light and bounces in
to the bed like great calf jumping in
to pile of hay-curls himself up, his
knees nearly touching his nose, lies so q
moment or two, turns on his back,
stretches his limbs out, grumbles at the
tucking liz of the bedclothes, grunts,
gets over on the other side and goes to
sleep. Then comes in the snoring and
snorting.
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