The Orangeburg democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1879-1881, 1879-04-11
HR. BLIFKlN'S FIRST BABY.
A PICTURE THAT EVERY FOND FATHER
WILL RECOGNIZE.

WILL RECCGNIZE.
That first bhby was a great ir.stitu-
tion. AS soon as he cane into this
''breathing world" rs the late VIM.
Shakespeare has it, he took command
in our house. Everything was sub
servient to him. He regulated the
servants, he regulated me. For the
first six months Of that precious ba-
by's existence he had rue up, on an
average, six times night. "Mr.
Blifkips" said my wife, 'bring. d.
light do; the baby looks strangely !;
I'm afraid it will have q fit" Or
course the lamp was brought, and of
course the baby lay sucking his fist,
like little bear as he was. "NIr.
Blifkins," says my wife, 81 think !
feel a draught Of air; wish you
would get up and see if the window
is not open q little, because baby
might get sick" Nothing, was the
matter with the window, as I knew
very well. "N1r. Blifkins," said my
my wife just as 1 was going TO sleep
again, "the lamp, as you have placed
it, shines directly in baby's eyes
strange that you have no more con-
sideration." I arranged the light
ard went TO bed again. just as I was
dropping to slcep-"N1r. Blifkins,"
said my wife, '"did you think to buy
that broma, to-day, for the baby 2"
"My DEAR" said ], evil you do me
the injustice to believe that I could
overlook matter so essential to the
comfort of that inestimable child?"
She apologized very handsomely, but
made her anxiety the scapcgoat. l
forgave her, and without saying q
word to her I addressed myself to
sleep. "Mr. Blifkins," said my wife,
shaking me, "you must not snore so !;
you will wake up the baby" "Jest
so-jest so," said 1, half asleep,
thinking 1 was Solon Silingle. "Mr.
Blifkins," said my wife, "will you get
up and hand me that warm Cruel
from the nurse-lamp for baby.?-the
child ! if it wasn't for! his mother I
don't know what he would do. How
can you sleep 80, Mr.. Rlifkins ~ 81
suspect, my DEAR" said I,"that it is
because I'm tired" ooh, it's very
we'll for. you men to talk about being
tired" said my wife 81 don't know
what you would say if you had TO
toll and drudge like poor woman
with'a baby" tried TO soothc her
by telling her she had no patience,
and got up for the possct. Having
aided in answering to the baby's re-
quirements, I stepped into bed again.
with the hope of sleeping. ooh,
DEAR" said that inestimable woman,
in great apparent anguish, show can
a man, who has arrived at the honor
of q live baby Of his own. sleep when
he don't know that the dear creature
will live till morning?' I remained
silent, and after awhile, deeming that
Mrs. Blifkins had gone 10 sleep, !
stretched my limbs for reposc. How
long I slept | don't know, but I was
awakened bv furious job in the
forehead from some sharp instrument.
started up, and Mrs. Blifkirs was
sitting up in bed, adjusting some per-
tions Of the baby's dress. She had
in state of semi.somnolcnce, mis-.
taken my head for the pillow, which
she customarily used for nocturnal
pin cushion. protested against such
treatment in somewhat round terms
pointing to several round perforations
in my forehead. She told me should
willingly bear such trifling ills for the
sake of the baby. / insisted upon
it that I didn't think my duty as q
parent to the immortal required the
surrender of my forehead as q pir
cushion. This was one Of the many
nights passed in this way. The baby
was what every mans first baby is
an autocrat, absolute and unlimited
Such was the story Of Blifkins, rs hs
related it to US the other day. 1t i!
a little exaggerated picture of almost
every mans experience.
Psalms Of David.
Lamartine says that they are .