The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1881-11-09

this domestic grievance in common. And
the grievance grows heavier, and the heart
stops under the burden, and life is saddened,
and the liues settle deeper on the face, and
there is little of sourness aud sharpness in
the voice that was once thought musical, and
the thoughts and emotions that used to beam
In the eye and burst forth freely from the lips
now lie covert in the recesses of the soul.
But you, well-meaning, Woodworking, hon
est husband, say Pooh pooh = to all this.
Do you not toll steadily. and earn fair wages,
and lay them out for the housef Have You
not faithfully provided for the needs Of your
family, according to your ability? Have you
not been true to your wife, kept only unto
her, ia sickness aud in health 20 Yes, honest
man. aud many night, in her sickness you
watched her as tenderly as mother and
lifted her in your strong arms and gave her
medicines and smoothed her pillow, as well as
the best trained nurse could do. And when
little Johnnie died you were heart broken,
and to this day your voice is tremulous when
you speak of him, and many Sunday MORN
ing have you gone off by yourself, to lay
little nosegay and drop quiet tear on that
short green mound in the cemetery.
And yet-and yet--there is a something
more, rather left undone, which you have
thought very little thing, but wife has felt
to be pretty large one. Don't you remem-
Der how, when You took her at her fathers
hand, for better and worse, and said those
good, solemn words of promise after the min
ister which you meant always to keep, aud
believe You have-don't you remember that
enc, beside love and honor and keep--which
you have not thought quite SO much about
always-that you would cherish her always,
too?
And what does that mean? Well, it is not
quite the same as cheer or comfort, but it
means them both, and little more. That
little more is perhaps the special tenderness
and devoted attention, and gentle caressing,
that you understood SO well when sweet Mol
was only Miss Jones, aud you were so eager
to make her Mrs. johnson. You were never
tired of hearing her talk, then, and almost
wished she would never stop. Aud your very
interest made her careful to speak only of the
things, and in the way that she thought
would please you best. Try the old plan
once more. Renew your courtshp at your
own fireside. Spend longer evenings there.
If the fellows at the Club, and the members
of the Lodge, and the friends at the Temper
ance room wonder what has come over John
son, he isn't ous SO much o. nights, it won't
hurt some of them to hear your manly con-
tession, that yon have sweetheart at home,
who rocks your wife's baby's cradle, and tells
you pretty things about several bright young
sters after they are asleep.
And, unless you have left it too late--as let
us hope you haven't--you will see, long be-
fore next Spring wonderful Frightening up
of those eyes that you used to think the love-
lest in the land, and merrier laugh will
greet you, each evening, ten minutes after
the whistle blows--and you will whisper to
your most intimate shop chum, that you have
been cultvating Winter roses, between
whites.