Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1876-01-26
VOL. 71.-3615. NO. 15.
Marrying an Editor.


Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter suew, an editors
VIE. well remember the day when Mr..
Snow asked me to become his wife con.
fess liked Mr. Snow, and. thinking il
would be a very fine thing TO be the wife Of
an editor said yes as pretty as knew how,
and became Mrs. Snow. | have seen ten
years Of married life, and find my husband
70 be an amiable, goodnatured man. lie
always spends bis evenings at home, and is
in that respect model man but he always
brings pile Of exchanges, which is only
limited by the length Of his arms, and reads,
while patch the knees and elbows Of his
pantaloons and coat After we have had
Quaker meeting Of an hours length, break
the stiffness by asking.
"Mr. Snow, did you order that coal spoke
to you about p
What did yousay, my dear ?" he asked,
after few minutes silence.
"Did you order that coal spoke to you
about ?"
Indeed, my dear, I am sorry, but for
got all about IL. II shall come tomorrow"
Another hours silence, which is relieved
by the baby's crying, and rather liking
noise Of that sort, ! make no effort 70 quiet
him.
4" My dear" says Mr. Snow, after he had
cried minute or so, you had better give
the baby soma catnip tea to quiet him he
troubles me-"
The baby is still another hour passes
without a breath Of noise. Becoming tired,
| take lamp and retire for the night leav-
ing MIR. Snow so engaged with his papers
that he does not see me leave the room.
| Toward midnight he comes 20 bed, and Just
as he has fallen to sleep the baby takes no
tion to cry again. | rise as quietly as posi-
bic, and try to still him. While am walk
ing the room with a small Snow in my arms,
our next-a boy Of three years-begins to
scream at the top Of his lungs. There is no
other course but to call Mr.. Snow, so say
Mr. Snow Mr.. snow'
The third time he starts up, and cries
What Tom more opy 2"
As though | was Tom, that little imp run
ming about the office. | reply tartly:
No, don't want any more copy--I have
had enough of that to last me my lifetime
i want you TO see what Tommy is crying
about"
AIr. Snow makes a desperate attempt to
arouse himself as Tommy stops TO take
breath, he falls TO sleep again, leaving me TO
pace the room in as much vexation as ! can
comfortably contain. The next morning at
breakfast, when gave Mr.. Snow an account
of his last nights troubles, he said
Indeed, my dear, | am very sorry the
children trouble you"
This is always the way. II | complain, it
is, "indeed, am very sorry"
| But should the very same thing occur the
subsequent night, directly before his eyes,
very likely he would not see or know any.
thing about it, unless it happened TO inter-
rupt his train of ideas. Then he would
propose catnip tea but before I can get it
into the infants stomach, he will be far
away into the realms Of thought, leaving me
not little vexed at his stupidity.
He knows the nature of every paper pub
lshed in England or the United States, but he
cannot for the life Of him, tell the name Of
his children He knows precisely the years
of every American journal, but he does not
know the age Of his own baby. He knows
how every contributor looks, but do not
believe he can tell whether my eyes are black
OF blue.
They say Mr.. Snow is getting rich. All
know is, he gives me money to clothe our
boys and that, too, without a complaint Of
poverty. Ihope the worlds right in opinion,
and when | am satisfied II is, shall advise
him TO resign his editorial honors and spend
few months in becoming acquainted with
his wife and children. The little ones will
feel flattered in making the acquaintance of
so literary man.