The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-06-20
New Married Men.

Just married, destined to hnger in
clover, new-mown hay, and such her
bage, from nine to twelve months, as the
case may be. Then some black, ras-
calIy, stormy night you are turned out
in the street and ponds and mill-races,
or amid snow two feet deep, and drift
ing like blazes, and told to run for a
doctor. When you get home again,
eight chances to ten a little red flannel
looking thing, about the size of a
peachblow potato, awaits you. They
call it baby, and packed up with it
you will find the first real squalls of
married life, you can bet on that.
One of these nights you Will turn out
again. Barefoot, an icy, disconsolate
sense of dampness all about you, only
a cotton shirt or such matter between
YOU and the distressing openness of a
cane-seat chair, you Will distractedly
rock that baby back and forth, and bob
it up and down, singing, meanwhile,
with voice like a hyena in jungle,
"This thing is played ont, Susan, "
I" Rockaby baby" or some such melo-
DIV, and all the time that baby yells,
o doesn't he howl while Susan Ann,
ND to her nose under the warm bed
cover, to help out, every now and then
impatiently puts in, just at the wrong
place, "WhY don't you trot him faster,
Samuel ?"
And you trot him, yes, you do trOt
him If you could only trot his wind
out so that ne could never get it back
again, or break his back, or neck, or
something, you would be immeasurea-
blv happy. But no the little innO-
cent seems tougher than an india rubber
car-spring. Just as you conclude to
have a funeral in the house in less than
six months, thinking you will freeze,
the baby will, from sheer exhaustion,
fall asleep, and then, with teeth chat
tering like DR.. Reid's back vertebra,
you crawl in by Susan Ann and try to
dose again when, finally, Susan's dull
Get tones awaken you with the question,
Z" Samuel, I should like to know if you
ever hear this child cry?" and that she
wants you to bounce out of bed and
get that paragoric, quick as possible.
Probably you give a sort of grunt, and
quietly fly back to the land of dreams.
Just think, you have this same per
formance to go through nightly for
some three years. It's really Jolly fun,
amt it.
ENJOYMENT OF LFE.-It is singular
to what an extent people believe hap
piness depends on not being obliged to
work. Girls are considered well-mar-
ried if their husbands are wealthy, and
boys well-provided for if enough can be
left for them for support, and enough
surplus left for them to play business
with. Bosh Honest, hearty, contented
labor IS the only source of happiness
as well as a guarantee of life. The
gloom of misanthropy is not only 6
great destroyer of the happiness We
might have, but it tends to destroy life
| itself. Idleness and luxury produce
| premature decay much faster than many
trades regarded as the most exhaustive
and fatal to longevity. Labor, IN gen
eral, instead of shortening the term oi
life, actually increases it. 1t Is the
lack of occupation that actually de
stroys so many of the wealthy, who
have nothing to do but play the par
| of drones, and, like them, make {
! speedy exit. while the busy bee fills ou
] IS day of usefuInes and honor.