The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-02-10
MFR. Blirkins, First Baby.

That first baby was a great institution.
As soon as he came into this breathing
world" as the late w. Shakespeare has it,
he took command in our house Everything
was subscrviSnt to him. The baby was
the balance wheel that regulated every thing.
lie regulated the temperature, he regulated
the food, he regulated the servants, he reg.
ulated me.
For the first six months OF that preciuus
existoncc, he had mo up on an average six
times night.
MIR Blifltins," said my wife, "bring
that light here, do tho baby looks strange
ly; I'm afraid il will have fit"
OF course the lamp was brought, and Of
course the baby lay sucking his fist like u
little white bear as he was.
"Mr. Blifkins," says my wife, think l
feel draft of air wish you would get
up and see if the window is not open lit
tie, because baby might get sick"
Nothing was tho matter with the win.
dow, as | knew very well.
" Dlitkins," said my wife, Just as was
going to sleep again, that lamp, as you
have placed it, shines directly in baby's
cycs-strange that You have no more con.
sideration."
arranged the light and went to bed
again. Just as was dropping to sleep
again:
MR. BliiSins," said my wife, odd you
think to buy that aroma to-day, for the
baby?"
MY dear" said ], will you do me the
injustice to believe that ! could overlook
matter so essential to the comfort of that
inestmablc child ?"
She apologi2cd very handsomely, but
made her anxiety the scapegoat. forgave
hor, and without saying word more to
her, addressed myself to sleep.
4" Mr.. Blikins," said my wife, shaking
me, you must not snore sc-you will wake
the baby"
Jest so-jest So" said /, half asleep,
thinking was Solon Single.
"Mr. Blifkins," said my wife, "will you
get up and hand me that warm cruel from
the nurse-lamp for baby 2-the dear child
if it wasn't for its mother | don't know
what he would do. How can you sleep so,
Mr., Bllllins?"
81 suspect my dear" said I, " that it
was because am tired"
"Oh, it's very well for you mon to talk
about being tired" said my wife :" | don't
know what you would say if you had to
toll and drudge like poor woman witha
baby"
tried to sooth her by telling her she
iluu HO IdtltllCc NJ ulI, uIlu SoI up lOT inc
po 'set. Having aided in answering to the
bnbys requirements, | stepped into the
bed again, with the hope of sleeping.
"Oh, dear" said that estimable woman,
in great apparent anguish, show can
man, who has arrived at the honor of a
live baby of his own, sleep, when he don't
know that the dear creature will live till
morning."
remained silent. and after willie deem
ing that Mrs, Blifkins had gone TO sleep,
stretched my limbs for rcpose. How long
! slept don't know, but was awakened
by furious jab in the forehead from some
shGrp instrument.
started up, and Mrs. Blifllins was sit
ting up in bed, adjusting some portion of
the babys dress. She had, in a state of
scmi-somnslence, mistaken my head for the
pillow, which she custOmariy used for a
nocturnal pincushion. | protested against
such treatment in somewhat round terms,
pointing to several perforations in my fore
head, Sho told me should willingly boar
such trilng ills for the sake of the baby,
| insisted upon it that didn't think my
duty rs parent to the immortal, required
the surrender Of my forehead as pincush-
ion.
This was one of tho many nights .passed
| in this way. The truth was, that the ba-
by, was, what every mans first baby is, an
autocrat-absolute and unlimited.
Such was the story Of Bliikins, as he re.
lated it to us the other day. It is q ii.tlc ex:
aggcrated picture of almost every mans
experience.