Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1881-08-29
Our Husbands,

has caused great deal OF commotion;
peorle have come to think OF the New
Tesla nent who had not troubled much
about it before, and in a general way
outsiders have been more drawn to this
subject thon they had ever been.
There are good many phases CT our
religious life that want revision, and We
think that q little alteration OF the mar
riage service might not be quite mop
perfume. Instead ofdemandingso much
obedience from the bride, which is pro-
missed because she cannot help herself,
il would bs far better to ask her how Tar
she had prepared herself to fulfil her
duties, in her position, as an independent
member OF society. In fact, whether
she could cook dinner, choose piece
of meat, and provide for husband and
family.
Now, in whatever way we look at 1t,
whether from the sentimental or the
economic side, it is scarcely to be thought
of, that q woman can ever keep her hus-
bands esteem and love unles she can
cook him dinner, if he should ever re-
ouire it. The consciousness OF that &C
omplIshment is alone sufficient to en-
dow a woman, high or low, with a GER
tain importance. II her delft fingers
themselves prepare the meal, or her
good sense anyhow arranges 1t, our hus-
bands must feel that there exists GER
tain power OF doing something for MIN,
which obliges him in return to be pleas
ant and agreeable, and puts ,pecu lar
curb on his "husband.temper" that Is
sure TO come ont occasionally.
"Our husbands" are peculiar beings,
wanting a deal OF management to get
along with, requiring all kinds OF "sops
to Cerberus" to mould their minds
serenely, and certainly having right to
that attention for which they work and
pay.
To neglect husband in theSmatter OF
food is about the worst thing woman
can do; taking no higher ground there
will be an end to the little extra cheques
and dollar bills. Why should he be
generous if nothing is done for him ?
And when that neglectful servant-maid
lust managed TO bring up some burned
chops, poor potatoes and badly washed
lettuce, while his wife is returning from
her shopping expedition, blood won't
stand it, and the husband soon disap.
pears if there is any place to disappear
TO, to console himself elsewhere.
Now, look at "our husband, who
comes home to that neatly laid table,
with pretty vase in the centre and an
appetizing meal placed before him.
There are few fish outlets and fresh
tomato salad, light lamb stew with
vegetables and the mealiest OF new
potatoes, while dainty butter with pars
lev is by his side; the very incest blanc
mango with stewed fruit completes the
moderate course, and a small cup OF
coffee with cigar we allow a cigar for
peace sake) follows up the little affair,
II our husbaDd is reasonable and has
a moderate income he is satisfied and be-
gins saying, THAT he thinks it is time
to look up something in the shape OF the
White mountains or the seaside, and
| that he believes the bankers book WILL
stand the strain on it."
His nerve centres, as our doctors have
il, have been fed; he is in trim with
himself and everybody else, and ready
TO share his comfortable feelings with
her who has ministered unto him.
PITY our husband, who is constant
diner out; hall the enjoyment OF his life
is gone. He is an amphibious creature
living half on land and hall on water
never snchoring safely in port; in fact
a dlnnerless husband is a sad, helples:
being, whose moorings are drifting loose
ly about.
"Our husband" is really the prop o
the land, and our national institution
should he maintained. 1t is not tht
bachelor who bears the burden-he on
" aggrandises himself, but our husband
whose shoulders hold the "Atfas" il
position. How sorrowiully he mus
pass that grocer and butcher, those
luscious fruits and vegetables, when hi
thinks that none are for him in tina
pretty dining.room in the French Hat
Bah, what is the finest dinner at Del
monico's with NUNS champagne, lion
ly boisterous fellow bachelors share 1t
aud no sweet voice asks, Amy more o
this delicious pudding, dear? made i
myself"
All the poetry ever written, all Il ,
fine ponnets sent by Petrarch to Laura
all Dante's mighty strains to Beatrice
all Schiller's love ballads and Goethe
imprisoned passages of alteration, can
not surpass in true poetry OF lie, tina
one little sentence, 81 made it myself.
"Our husband" is the god On the pc
destal served by living, breathing
loving Hebe, if he possesses that treasur
OF a companion, who provides cheerful
ly the daily family meal.
Look up the good citizens, count thei
numbers, and surely they will be foun.
among the diners at home. Scare
among your great men, your successful
presidents, your high statesmen, you
best preachers and ine orators, and yoI
will And that they belong TO, "our bus
bands" who have known the iuxur
and enchantmentt to sit opposite prett
figure and a lovable face, whose swee
lips ask: do you like that dish
dearr"
What a pity We lose so much OF tn
lrue poetry Of life and know 80 little
turn its daily cares into joys.
1t is, after all, gAlat undertaking
become one OF that Important phslan,
"our husbands" and enter upon d.
J pendence on another persons ability
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