The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1877-05-17
A word to t.retfuI wives.

There you are, with your mouth
puckered up again. What's the
matter? are your friends all dead?
Novel, have you lost every cent
you owned?-no-are your children
sick? Is your husband CROSSE have
you got the ooth-ache, or the head
ache heart ache? Neither of these
and still as cross as young bear?
We wonder how your family can
endure your presence! These
young hearts whose sun you ought
to be, how you chill them with
your frowns and pettishness! No
wonder they long to get out of the
house. And now you have struck
your little child because ''he would
not stop teasing" Friend. that
blow fell on his soul and left an
indelible scar there. He will feel it
long afte" he has forgotten it.
Many years from now when your
head has been laid low in the grave.
that blow given without cause-im-
patiently, angrily, will do it's work.
Why can't you be good natured
Were you never so? Memory
points to the days of your girlhood
seldom the lines of anger disfg
ured your brow then. And the man
who won your love thought what
a happy home she will make for me |!
How sweet it will be to sit down by
her side after the cares of the day
are over! How beautiful to read
for her pleasure-to be repaid by
smiles and kisses. And the home
was ready and the bride established,
but she proved unworthy of the
trust reposed in her. Instead of
meeting care with a hearty laugh,
and get behind me satin," you wor-
ried and fretted, and began to tell
every little trouble TO your husband.
1t was not womanly; it betrayed
weakness both Of head and mind!
imperceptibly its influence crept in
to his spirit, chilling it with a worse
chill than that of death, till it made
shroud of iron for the disappoint
ed heart, and the charm of love and
family and home was gone.
"Was oncer'-how often these
words drop from your lips. 81 was
handsome once, l was this, that
and the other once" And why not
now? You yourself have willed
your own destiny, you have chosen
the scolds office; you must receive
the scold's deserts. a little philos-
ophy, few words breathed to
heaven, for patience, a new resolute
hope for tomorrow if to day be
stormy, self denial in telling pet
ty crosses, a great deal less selfish
ness, a desire to make home a sane
tuary for yourself and little ones as
well as your husband, and to day
you had been happier, handsomer
and more beloved.
Fretting sister. in light affection,
let us ask you few plaiu questions.
Does a spirit of fault finding light
en- your cares? If your bread is
burned to a cinder, does it bring
you a good light sweet loaf, to sit
down and worry about it? If the
baby is cross, does it make him /
smile like an agel to shake him al |
most out of existence? If it rains |
On washing day, will your anathe-
mas hurry out the sun until he |
stops right over your clothes line?
But if your quick hands turn to the
lour barrel to mould another loaf,
f you aoothe the weeping babe with
lie sweet of mothers plying love,
f you devote your watching day to
some appropriate work, how
smoothly care will iron down his
'eatures, and become your humble
slave instead of the tryranical mas
or he would be!
It is not too late yet. Surprise
,our husband with smile. it will
pc worth dollar to see his glance
IF establishment; hold the sailed wa
er of thoughtfulness, in your mouth
hat you may say nothing unpleas-
mt; and the angel that has been
wing PROSTATE in his heart with
olded wings, will begin to fu'ter,
md lift itself heavenward and look
)ut of his eyes with love of olden
ime, and your home will yet be the
paradise you once coveted.