Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1871-11-21
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lFro,n the San Francisco News Letter.l
November Is. Went to see Marga-
rot f. Her only regret Is that she
was not with her husband when he
was killed on the railroad. Her de-
nunciation Of Gods Injustice sounds
blasphemous 1t Is a sort Of paroxysm
OF despair, a cry Of very agony Of sor-
row, homeless, helpless and bereaved
It may rise as prayer. I wish she had
"a baby to occupy her, now In her iso-
lation she cries out, Nothing Is true
but misfortune let me curse God and
de-" Took q long drive with DR.. NJ.
among the hills above Oakland. II
was q lovely afternoon, but all he said
In answer to my EXPLANATIONS Of adj
miration at the scenery was, Eyes,
but we want rain sadly sa a.
November IL. How often when I
get up In the morning I say to myself,
What am I going to do to pass away
the dayP Mechanically I dress and
mechanically l find something to do
that passes away the time. This day
l got up at sunrise and took the girl
down to the market. Twas astonished
to see so many people In the streets at
so early an hour, and thought that Of
course there were some people who do
that sort of thing every day of their
lives. Fell fast asleep after breakfast
over a water-color sketch of q ravlne
near Oakland, and was stupid till din
nor time. Went to the theatre with
Henry. There Ia more sensation on
the walls .thanron the stage. 1 don't
like this now style of placard puffery +;
one S Is always disappointed; ,.s ,v,,,
all his pretensions to be we'll read, he
Is but superficial. He reads every
thing, but only remembers tho last
book. It floats on the surface Of his
conversation like grease on soup. and
he Is continually Swimming his mem
DRY. The rest OF his mind Is like the
furniture at O secondhand dealers, a
confused medley Of all times, countries
and quality. Took a walk after the
rain ; the air was so soft and balmy
that It was a treat to breathe. Met
Alice s., who told me that Lucy
w had Tilted young M. It
won't kill him /; he 10 too much ell
gagged and too methodlcal In his en-
gagements TO suffer much. When Q
man Is In the habit Of rising at a pre-
else time, breakfasting at the same
hour every day, entering his Office to
the minute, going through a daily rou-
tine of work, even visiting his lady
love ut fixed periods, he can afford to
lose her without a pang. His habits
and modes Of thought arc ranged like
soldiers In battle, when one falls
another quietly steps forward and
takes his place, or they close up and
fill tho void.
November 10. Everybody says,
What q happy couple L. and his wife
are. He devotes himself to her, and
she thinks him perfection. / look
among my ac%quaintanoes and see no
two households alike. Some men
give a third Of their heart, some half,
some only a quarter to their wives.
It depends partly on tho way they
have boon brought up, partly on their
morality, sometimes from pride, some
through vanity Of their wives beauty /;
others again on account of their ar
dent temperament, whilst some never
love their wives till after dinner. OF
all things I despise, however, 1t Is that
billing and cooling in public, like
Emma and her husband. / neither
believe In Its truth nor In It's endur-
ance. How tiresome 1t Is. Henry has
accepted an invitation to 60 and spend
Christmas week at wood, He
says he could NOT refuse. ! ought not
to be provoked, for they are good,
kind people, but they are so slow. H.
came to dine with US. His wife Is i'll,
and they had no dinner at home.
Poor little woman, ! can see how her
husband has changed since she had n
baby. He Is always talking Of her
hair falling off and her figure being
spoilt. His affection for her Is gradu-
ally wearing away as her beauty de-
creases; however, she will have her
child to comfort her. Such Is the
compensation that nature bestows On
mothers. The mother will grow
dowdy, and If the child turns out
pretty, her father will lavish his love
upon It, and the girl will like him
better than the woman whose whole
life Is one sacrifice to her daughter.