East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1864-06-15
Caudle becomes A Mason.

CduUle DecOnSS n mdSOu.
In the domestic felicity" line Of lit
erary productions, the celebrated Oau-
die lectures are unapproachabie, and
instead of becoming stale and unin-
tcrosting as their. age accumulates,
thoy obrightenw iththslapse fyears,"
particularly those wherein matters
and events of familiar import and
general local application We're dished
up by the irascible dame.
We copy the following, which made
its several hundred and ninety-ninth
re-appearance few days since in one
of our exchanges, for the benefit of
those "brethren of the mystic tie" who
may have heard, rather than read,
something after the style Of the eau
dleisms therein promulgated:
Mr.. Caudle was made Mason,
and, burned, Scared, fatigued and
filled with good supper, taken at a
late hour went home with fear and
trembling, and endeavored to get to
the back side of.the bed without
awakening the foods last best gift
to man" who was sl1mbering in front,
and whom he supposed to be sleeping,
but Caudle was mistaken, for as he
slipped beneath the bed drapery, the
lady said:
$50 you are there, are you? Well,
/ only wish l was Queen for day
or two. I'd put an end to Freema-
sonry and all such trumpery, know.
snow come Caudle, don't let us
qurrel. En- you are not in pain,
dear? What's it all about? What
are you lying there laughing at9 But
Pm fool to trouble my head about
you.
"And you're not going to let me
know the secret, eh /? Yous mean to
say-you re not ? Now, Caudle, you
know its hard matter to put me in a
passion-not that l care about the
secret ITSELF no, l just wouldn't give
button to know it, for it's all non
sense, I'm sure. 1t isn't the secret l
care about, its the slight, Mr.. Caudle;
it's the studied insult man. pays his
wife, when he thinks of going through
the world keeping something to, him
self which he wont let her know
Man and wife one, indeed ! l should
like to know how that can be when
mans Mason--when he keeps Sc
cret that sets him and his wife apart
Huh you men make the laws, 50 you
take good care to have all the best of
'em to yourselves; otherwise a woman
ought to be allowed divorce when a
man becomes Mason. When he's
got sort of corner-cupboard in his
heart-a secret place in his mind
that his poor wife is not allowed to
rummage in.
"Caudle, you shan't close your eyes
for a week-no you shant-unless
you tell me some of it. Come, there's
a good creature-there's a love. I'm
sure, Oaudle, wouldn't refuse you
anYthing-and you know it, or ought
to know it by this time. / only wish
/ had secret To whom should j
think Of confding it to but to my dear
husband ? | should be miserable to
keep it to myself, and you know it.
Now, Caudle
"Was thore ever such man A
man indeed A brute yes Mr.. eau
die; an unfeeling, brutal creature,
when you might oblige ME, and you
won't, I'm sure l don't object to
your being Mason, not at all eau
die; / dare say it is--its only your
making secret Of it that vexes me.
But you'll tell me-youll tell your
own Margaret You wont. You're
q wretch, Mr.. Caulde.
'But know why, oh yes, 1 can
tell. The fact is you're ashamed to
let me know what fool they've been
making of you. That's it. You at
your time of life-the father Of fam
lily. should be ashamed of myself
Caudle.
"And 1 suppose you'll be going to
what you call your Lodge every night.
now! Lodge indeed F! Pretty place 1T
must be where they don't admit wo-
men. Nice doings dare say. Then
you call one another brethren. Breth-
rem j.! I'm sure you'd relations enough;
you didn't want any more. <
"But l know what all this Mason
rvs about. Its only an excuse to get
away from your wives and families,
that you may feast and drink togeth-
or, that's all. That's the secret. And
so abuse momen-as if they were in
ferior animals, and not to be trusted.
That's the secret and nothing else.
snow, Caudle; dont let us quarrel.
Yes, / know you're in pain. Still,
Caudle, my love. Caudle J Dearest
] say, Caudle n
81 recollect nothing MORE" says
Caudle, "for / had eatena hearty sup
per, and somehow became oblivious."
USEFUL MAp.-We have been pre-
scented by Mr.. MorT, Agent for the