Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1867-05-25
MISCELLA "A. NY.
MRS. cAUDLE's LECTURES.
MIR. CAUDLE HAS BEEN TO A TAVERN WITH
FRIEND.


half they'd have to bear. A wife must stay
at home, and be drudge, whilst man can 20
anywhere. It's enough for wife to sit like
Cinderella by the ashes. while her husband
can go drinking and singing Mt tavern
You never sing How do know you never
sing? It's very well for you to say so but
if could hear you, dare say you are amongst
the worst of 'cm.
And now, I suppose, it will be the tavern
every night. If you think Pm going to set
up for you, Mr.. Caudle, you are much mista-
ken. No. pm not going to get up out of
my warm bed to lot you in, either No; nor
Susan shan't sit up for you; nor you shsnt
have latch key. Pm not going to sleep witl,
the door upon the latoh,- to be murdered be.
fore morning,
Faugh Pah Whcwgh! That filthy to-
baccc smoke. It's enough to kill any decent
woman. You know hate tobacco, aud yet
you will do it. You don't smoke yourself
What of that ? If you go among people who
DO smoke, you're just as bad or worse You
might as well s,nokc-indccd, better. Better
smoke yourself, than come home with other
pcopcH smoke in your hnir
never knew any good come to man who
went to tavern. Nice companions he picks
up there Yes; people who make it boast
to treat their wives like slaves and ruin their
La lilies. There's that wretch Prettymnn.
See what he's come to. lie doesn't get
home till two in the morning; and then in
what state lie bcgins quarrciing with the
door Mat, that his poor wife may be afraid to
speak to him. mean wretch But don't
you think LII be like Mrs l'rcttyman No:
won't put up with it from the best man that
ever trod. You'll not make mo afraid to
speak to YOU however you may swear at the
door mat. No, Mr.. Caudle, that YOU won't.
You don't intend to stay out till twn in the
morning! How do you know what you'l do
when you get among such people? Men can't
answer for themselves when they get hoozine
with ono another. They never think Of tl,cir
poor wives, who are gricyin. and wcarin.,
| themselves out at home A nice headache
you'll have tomorrow morning-or rather t(is
morning; for it must be past twelve You
won't have a headache! It's very well for
you to say so, but | know YOU will and then
you may nurse yourself for me. Ia that
filthy tobacco again No. shall not 90 to
sleep like good soul ITow's people to go
to sleep when they're suf1ocated?
Yes, Mr.. Cand!c, you'll he nice and i'll in
the morning But don't you think I'm go.
ing to let you have your brcakf fast in bed, like
Mrs. Prcttyman. I'll not he smch n fool
tho house for sending for soda water early. for
all The ueighborhood to say, "Caudlc was
drunk last night" No: have some regard
Tor the dear children If you haven't. n, ::
nor you Shan'i have broth for dinner. Not
neck OF mutton crosses my threshold, can
tell you.
You won't want one so,la and you won't
want broth. All The better. You won't rct
EN- II you did, can assure ytu--rcar,
dear, dear ! That filthy tobaoeo I'm sure
Its enough to make me bad as you arc.-
Talking about getting divorccd-I'm sure To-.
bacco ought to be good grounds. How little
does woman think. when she mnrrcs, that
she gives herself to be poisoned. You men
c"ntnve to have it all your own side, YOU do.
Now, if was to go and leave you and the
children, pretty noise thcrc'd be You,
however, can 90 and smoke. no end Of pipcs.
You didn't smoke It's all tho same, Mr.
Caud'e, If you go among smoking people,
Folks arc known by thcir company. You'd
better s'nokc yourself, than bring INC home
the pipe of all the world.
Yes, sec how it will be. Now, you've
once gone to tavern, you'll always be gon".
You'll be coming home tipsy every night;
and putting out your shoulder; and bringing
all sorts of disgrace and expense upon us =
And then you be getting into a g rect fight
oh know your icmper too well to doubt
1t, Mr.. Caudlc--and be Knocking down some
OF the police. And then know what will
follow Yes, you'll be sent for month or six
weeks to tho troadmill. Pretty thing that,
for respectable tradcsman, Mr.. Caudlc, to
be put upon tho trcadmill with all sorts of
thieves aud vagabonds, and-therc, again that
horrible tobacco and riff raft of every kind
| should like to know how your children arc
to hold up their heads, after their father has
been npon the treadmill7 No: won't go
to sleep And I'm not talking Of what's i'm
possible. | know twill all happen, every
bit Of it. If it wasn't for the duar children
you might bo ruiucd, and not so much as
think aboutit, bnt-oh dear, dear at least,
you might go where they smoke good tobacco
-bnt l can forget that I'm their mother
at least they shall havo ono parent.
Tayerns mover did man go to tavern
who did not die a beggar. And how your pot
companions will laugh at you when they sec