The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-11-14
MIR. BLIFKIN's FIRST BABY.

Gleason's Monthlyl
That first baby was a great institu-
tiOn. As soon as he came into this
breathing world" as the late w.
Shakespeare has it, he took COM
mand in our house. Everything
was subserviant to him. He regula-
ted the temperature, he regulated the
servants, he regulated me.
For the first six months of that
precious baby's existence he had me
up, on an average, six times a night
"1fr. Blif kins," said my wife,
':bring a light, do; the badly looks
strangely; I'm afraid it will have a
fit"
OF course the lamp was brought,
and of course the baby lay sucking
his fist, like little bear that he was.
"Mr. Blif kins," says my wife. Il
think feel a draft of air; 1 wish you
would get up and see if the window
is not open a little, because baby
might get sick"
Nothing was the matter with the
window, as knew very well.
"AIr Blifkins," said my wife, just
as was going to sleep again, ''that
lamp, as you have placed it, shines
directly in baby's eyes-strange that
you have no more consideration"
arranged the light and went to
bed again. Just as was dropping
to sleep
"NIr. Blifkins." said my wife,
did you think to buy that hroma, to-
day, for the baby?"
"My DEAR" said I, ''will you do me
injustice to believe that could over
look a matter so essential to the com
fort of that inestimable child?"
She apologized very handsomely,
but made her anxiety the scape-goat.
I forgave her. and without saying a
word to her | addressed myself to
sleep.
''NIr. Blifkins," said my wife, shak-
ing me. ''you must not snore so-you
will wake the baby"
"Jest so-iest So" said I, halt
asleep, thinking I was Solon Shingle.
'AIr. Blifkins." said my wife, Twill
you get up and hand me that warm
Cruel from the nurse-lamp for baby
the dear child if it wasn't for hi.
mother, I don't know what he would
do. How can you sleep SO. Mr.. Blif
kins?"
81 suspect. my dear. said 1, ''tha
it Is because I'm tired.
ooh, It's very well for you men tc
talk about being tired" said my wife
II don't know what you would say i
you had to toll and drudge like poor
woman with a baby"
tried to soothe her by telling hel
she had no patience and got up fol
the posset. Having aided in answer
ing to the baby's requirements,
stepped into bed again, with the hope
of sleeping.
"Oh, dear" said that inestimable
woman, ia great apparent anguish
how can man who has arrived al
the honor of a live baby of his own
sleep when he don't know that tht
dear creature will live till morning.
I remained SILENT. and after awhile
dceming that Mrs. Blif kins had gont
to sleep, l stretched my limbs for re
pose. How long l slept I don't know
but was awakened by furious jal
in the forehead from soEc sharp in
strument. I started up, and Mrs
Blifkins was sitting up in bed. ad
fusting some portions of the baby
dress. She had, in a state Of semi
somnolence, mistaken my head fol
the pillow, which she customaril,
used for a nocturnal pin-cushion.
protested against such treatment il
somewhat round terms, pointing t
several pcrforatfons in my forehead
She told me I should willingly bea
such trifiing ills for the sake Of tn
baby. l insisted upon ii that l didn'
think my duty O. a parent to the i'm
mortal required the surrender of ny
forehead rs a pinscushion.
This was Ona of the many night
passed in tAis way. The truth ga
that baby was what every mans frs
baby is-an autocrat. absolute am
unlimited.
Such was the story of Blif kins. a
he related it to us the other day It i
a little exaggerated picture of al
most every mans experience.
Says the Nation, in speaking o
the education of woman: "Part o
the drill of every school ought Il
he the raoeption nv n wife IN IN ole