The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1865-03-04
BURLINGTON SATURDAY MARCH 4 1865

How TREY GO TO BED.-The young girl
trips gaily up to her chamber, and with
the cautious timidty peculiar to her sex,
dsst locks the doors and arranges the WIN
dow curtains, so that by no possible chance
a passer-by, or a belated nocturnal wan
derer, from the pavement, can catch q
glimpse Of her budding beauty when desh.
obillc. The task completed, she turns on
the gas to its full, and institutes a general
search throughout the apartment, that she
may be sure It does not contain horrible
burglar" or desperate rufhan in big
whlskers and crisp black hair. Carefully,
with her delicate little fingers, she lifts the
Tom Thumb could not squeeze his cimln.
utive corporation, and takes cursory peep
into the half-emptied trunk, and not for
getting to glance nervously under the sofa,
the space between which and the floor is
not sufficient to contain the ghost Of Calvin
Edison, much less an ordinary robber.-
Having ascertained that che is really alone,
form Of the silk and linen conventionali-
ties. First she relieves her glossy hair Of
the pins and combs which enthrall it, and
does it more conpactly. Then Oh comes
the little collar, and the light vapory cloud
she calls under.sleevee, which all the day
have been clasped around her white plump
arms, by pair Of 1ndia.rubber straps
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unfastened in front. Then sundry waist
strings. and buttons, straps are loosened,
and 10! what u collapse, like loves big
ballon. She stands like Saturn, the center
Of rings: There they lie upon the carpet,
partly covered by the linen under fixings,
with 20 more expression in them than
then 10 in the bare floor beneath the car
pet.
She now sits upon the edge Of the snowy
- an a nj a n
the disrobing of those fair, swelling limbo
OF the stockings. The pretty little foot is
carelessly perched upon the knee, down
drops the gaiter, of comes the elastic, and
her thumb inserted at the top of the stock
ing, pushes it down-down over the heel,
and the cotton rests beside the prunella.-
So with the other foot, involving only a
that peers out from the bushes Of her sweet
face, now, as standing there before the
glass, she places upon her head the night
cap, and, with q q uick twist Of her fingers
ties the bewiiching bow. Then the night
gown is thrown over the frilled chemise,
concealing the heaving bosom and the
shoulders in the linen folds. Then coun-
ter.pane aud sheets thrown back, the gas is
turned down-very, very low down-and
the little form presses the yielding couch,
and the angel goes of to the world OF
dreams. ~
Now in the room directly above her is
the great brute Of Q brother. He comes in.
to it, shuts the door with a slam, turns the
key with snap, growls at chair which
happens TO be in the way, pulls of his
boots and throws them in the corner. jerks
off his socks from his feet, drops his pam
falcons on the floor, and lets them lie there,
gets out of his coat and vest by quick,
Vindictive movement ofhis arms and body
|-unpins and unbuttons his collar. throws
it at rather than on the table; travels to the
window in his shirt extremity to let down
the curtain, as il he didn't care cuse
whether the entire population Of the street
beheld his anatomy or not then puts out
the light and bounces into bed, like great
calf jumping into pile Of hay. curls him.
self up, his knees nearly touching his nose,
lies 90 moment or two, turns on his back,
stretches his limbs out, swears at the tuck.
ing in Of the bed clothes, grunts, gets over
on the other side, and is-aslsep. Then
comes the snoring and snofting.
Isn't there difference in style9 ~
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