The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-06-24

came before the eye of the uninitiated and
make him long for a realization of the
poets fancy. But there are several ether
things he should have added to make the
picture complete. He should have ad-
dressed the pearly dew and babe it deal
gently with his lady loves feet; the must
cal thunder bug should be mathematical for
blindly kissing the lady's face. Then there
would have been a good chance for a burst
of poetic indignation, when the mosquito
musically taps the fair flesh of the darling
and raises on the alabaster neck a vulgar
pimpie; and then how naturally could the
poet by crescendo movement, arise from
the gentle whisper of love- to the hoarser
notes of the dear girl as with a gentle
shuttle, she remarks: "Come Bill, let's 90
home: I'm catching cold We merely
offer these as suggestions to our poet artist
There is an unnatural preju lice in this
world against the hen-pecked husband, and
it all arises on account of the degeneracy
of the times. No ona but the PILor seems
to have discovered this before, and we
hasten to give our theory regarding this
most shamefully abused person. We of
the present day are apt to attribute the
hen pecked husbands condition to the fact
that he lacks what is vugarly known as
! apnpk NnU FIJI, - fo~ tha
1t is because nature has endowed him with
peculiarly chiTalric sprit-a spirit which
a few centuries ago would have made him
abandon friends and home, and with a
lady fair as his inspiration, and squire as
attendant, go forth to write loye songs and
fight for the lady of his loye. But we said
the times have deganerated. We are now
too practical to give support to any wan
dering Troubadour and these nineteenth
century representatives of an extinct class
must perforce, remain at home close to the
side of her who is to them source Of in
spirasion. Looked at in this light, the
hen iecked husband becomes an object of
admiration. His tender sensibilities will
not allow him to do anything which would
for moment mar the happiness Of the one
of his choice. He cannot, as We have re-
marked, 60 out aud make both famous by
glorious deeds, for in our days there is an
unnatural prejudice against fighting, ex-
cept in the prize ring, and that is too val
gar for the would be Troubadour. The
press has a monopoly of the love song
business, and has choked off Thousands of
young asprants who would doubtless have
become famous in this line. Therefore
what can our chivalrous knight do. Is he
to blame for having been born too late
Assuredly not, and if he with devo-
ton such as can only come from that
spirit of chivalry which belonged to the
muuie ages, enuearors 10 d, his dutv and
spend his life in the service of his "ladye
faire," let US not regard him with such
feelings of contempt, but cherish him as
the only true representative of the halcyon
days of knight errantry and love songs.
THERE are few things in this world
harder to do than to wait. All of our
readers who have been genuine children
have felt its irksomeness whenever some
pleasure was promised in the future, and
you were forced to wait for it, The d e.
sire to have it at once overbalanced every
feeling OF gratitude, and through the tears
of disappointment, indulgent fathers and
mothers became distorted into very ogres
and ogresses, no seemed prevented from eat
F ing you, simply because they had discover
ed more refined method Of cruelty. Then
again, how slow Christmas was in coming
We wondered whether Father Time had
not stopped to warm himself somewhere,
and had forgotten to move on while the
4th of July seemed borne along towards us
by whole army of snais, each one de-
termining to be the last at the go'l-a
grand slow-race for the especial worry and
vexation OF children.
But the acme Of irksomeness in waiting
is reached, We think only when you have
been cutting up some innocent caper, such
as filling your sis ter's shoes with wax, or
4 mixing, syrup-ttiously, little molasses
with the baby's hair, and your father hap
pens along just in time to send YOU to bed
without any supper, and mentious that a
whipping viii BIZ forthcoming in the morn
ing. You know that your fathers word
can be relied npon-he is man of veraci-
ty. We know of no time in our whole
history when life was so full of meaning,
To be or not to be was question we al
ways settled in the Affirmative. Then
time passed with funereal trial Only
equalled by our funereal face. There ID
nothing in after life that quite approaches
the agony of waiting for whipping. But
waiting does not always aggravate. Dc
" you remember, dear reader, that time when
= some tooth with jumping Tongues of pain
sent you bowling to the dentist, only to
ind several ahead Of you, and you obliged
: 10 wait. Under the magic spell of waiting
t one suddenly becomes so profoundly logica
= that you reason yourself out of pain th al
wizard oil or ereosote had no effect upon
!, and you 60 away srom the dentist feeling thai
d that tooth is the most comfortable in your
s head. A wonderful soother is waiting
sometimes.
- But our life is long waiting day, an(
9 we wait for variety of objects. There
: are thousands of mother hearts all over ou
s land to day who are waiting-waiting TO
!. the time when the chaias of appetite which
y now bind down their sons shall be stricken
. off; when Gods destroying angel shal