The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1867-06-26
MRS. CAUDLE's LECTURES.
MRS. CAUDLE HAs BEEN To SEE HER DEAR
M0THER-CAuDLE, on THE joyful
OCCASION" HAS GIVEN PARTY.


| can't leave home for day or two, but
the house must he turned into a tavern:
a tavern IA pothou,e Yes. Though,
! you WAS very ANXIOUS that should 90
/ | thought You wanted to get rid Of me
for something, or you would not have
insisted on my staying nj dear mothers all
night. Ior were afraid | should get cod.
coming home, we're youi Oh. yes, YOU
can be very tender, you cah, M. Candle.
when ii suits your own purpose Yes !
and the world thinks what good husband
you are | onlv wish the world knew "a
we'll as | do, that's ali; but it shall some
day. Tn determined.
I'm sure the house will he sweet for q
month. All the curtains are poisoned
with smoke and. what's more. with the
| fi'thiest smoke | ever knew. Take 'em
down then? Yes, us all very we'll for
rou to say take EN- down; but they were
only cleaned and put up month ago :;
but careful wife's lost upon you, Mr.
Caudle. You ough, to have married.
somebody who would have let vour house
GO to wreck and rnin, as | will for the
future. People who don't care for their
families are better thought Of than those
who do; I've long found out that.
"And WHIT asondition the carpets in
| They've taken five pounds out Of it, if a
fArthing, with their filthy boots, and
don't know what besides And then the
smoke in the hearth rug, and a large
cinder hole burnt in it,. ueversag
house in my lie! II YOU wanted to
have few friends, why couldn't vou invae
'em when your ~i's's at home. Ike anv
other mani no, have 'ern sneal;inp in
like set Of hnssebteakers, directly u
woman turns her back. They must he
pretty gentlemen they mu,,; mean fellows,
that are afraid to face woman! lIa!
and YOU call yourselves the lords Of tie
creation | should only like to see whn,
would t@c0me Of the creation, il you were
LEFT TO yourselves pretty pickle creation
would be in very spou
You all mns, have been ina nice
condition! VIVA, d. you sayi You
took nothing ,. Took no,hing, d,dn', YOU 7
I'm sure there's such a regimen, Of empty
bottles, haven't had the heart to count
em. And punch. too ! YOU mus, have
punch There's hundred half lemons
in the kitchen, n there's one; for Susan.
ka good gr, kept 'ern to show 'em to
mo. No, sir; Susan slant lcare tie
house! Whs, do ysu say! She has no
right 10 tell tales ani you WILL be master
Of your,oWn horse? VIII youl you
don't alter, Mr.. Caude, you'ii soon have
no house to lie master o. A whole loaf
OF sugar did leave III the cupboard, and
now there isn't ms much ~ would ill A
tea cup. ID YOU snpposn lm To find
sugar for punch for f'ty men3 What do
you sayG There ,Casnt .Ghy? That's
no matter; the more shame FOR 'en, sir.
I'm sure they drunk enough for fifty. DO
you suppose ont Of INV housekeeping
money I'm to find sugar for punch fpr all
the world 7 You don't ask me Don't
YOU ask me- Iou do; YOU know you
do: for II only want shilling extra,
the house is in bInze. And yeta whole
loaf Of sugar can you throw away upon
- No, | woat he still and I Won't
let you 60 TO sleep. II you'd got 10 bel
at proper hour last night you wouldn't
have been so sleepy now. You can sit
up half the night with a pack Of people
who don't care for'you, and your poor
wife cant get in y word!
"And there's tlat China image tha,
had when was married. wouldn't have
taken any sum Of money fnr it, and you
know it-sui how DO find iis With
its precious head knocked ofi And wis
was more mean, more contemplate than
all besides, j, was put on again, as If
uo:hiry ? had happened. You kneo nothing
about h9 Now how can you lis there,
in your Christian bed, Ctulle. anil say
tbati Yon know that that fellow,
Preuymsn. knocked off the head with the
poker! You know that lie did. And
You hadn't The f.eliog--yes, 7 ill say il
-you hadn't the feeling to protect what
you knew was precious 10 rae. Oh, no.!
IL the truth was known, you were glad to
see !, broken for that very reason.
Every way, I've been insultel.
should like TO knoy who /. was who corked
whi.kers on my poor dear sunt's picture I
Oh you're laughing, are youi You're