The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1884-03-29

The truth exact
The prying, spying, curious man
He had better go,
When his trunks are packed,
And spend the rest of his days in Japan.
The Farmers Wife.
Hartford Times.
We know a refined, intelligent wo-
man living among the green hills of
Vermont, whose life is typical of hum
dreds in that vicinity and scores scat
tered throughout the far West. She
arises at s o'clock in the morning,
chops wood, draws water, makes fires,
prepares the meals for five stalwart
s'hired men," besides doing the family
washing, ironing, scrubbing, churning,
preserving, picking, mending and
knitting. She beheads the chickens,
feeds the hens and calves, and is occa-
sionally called upon to accelerate the de-
parture of pigs to that bourne from
which no pig ever returns. Her work
is never done. She fries doughnuts at
ten O'Clock at night, and begins life on
pie in the morning. Her only dissipa-
tions are prayer meetings, funerals and
huckelberrying, varied by winter ket-
tie drums, where the guests sew carpet
rags, refreshed with cider, forfts and
kisses. Her literature is limited to
ssBunyan's Pilgrims Progress, ""Josiah
Aliens Wife," and the "Zion's Her
ald." Her music to a fountain filled
with blood, dismal sounds from the
tomb and invitation to anxious seats.
Her pictures to plump prodigal son,
a perpetual Samuel, furious Cain, an
amiable George Washington, Napoleon
on his death-bed at St. Helena, weep
ing willow and widow in graveyard
of hair, and a few glistening tin-types
of freshly engaged couples, who with
hands clasped, hair oiled, and imitation
watch chains spread out to ''show,"
stare rigidly into future the counter
part of her own. Her bric-a-brac con-
sists of wax-work, daguerreotypes, plas-
ter dogs with green noses, yellow
Z shell-box containing rewards -oi merit
cards, the pathetic remembrance of
her vanished childish years-the only
visible recognition of her goodness that
the poor little woman ever had. Her
dress is calico all the year around for
week days, and black alpaca for Sunday.
Her windows are covered with green
paper shades and the floor with the
envy and awe of the neighborhood, a
tapestry carpet overfowing with red
and pink atrocities in yellow horns of
plenty.
She is woman after Rev. Morgan
Dix's own heart. She stays at home.
The glorious pictures of majestic
mountains, the flashing cascades, the
leafy woods, the splendor of blue skies,
the soft white clouds and sweet-smell-
| ing daisy fields are not for her, except
in tantalizing glimpses which only in
crease the thirsting soul. She has no
time to receive the sense of power and
peace that come from those stately noun
tains; no time to revel in the exquisite
beauty of those waterfalls; no time to
lie on the grass and watch the softly
sailing clouds, or trace the truthful SYM
bols and discover the wondrous revela-
tions that nature gives to those who
love and understand her.
Yet this woman's husband has made
little fortune of $50, 1000 from lum-
Der, which is considered something
colossal in those regions where wants
are few and pleasures circumscribed.
She had been brought up to believe
that he was created superior being
So was he. He is coarse, red-halred,
freckeled, pious, penurious and asthmat.
ic. He has had change of heart and
one change of "meetin' Clothes" in
which he looks more hideous than in
his overalls. His chief satisfaction /:
to chew tobacco, talk in classmeetine
and to get bargain. He never owe:
a penny and never gives one. He car
pray and he thinks he can sing. II
takes him 80 minutes overnight and S
minutes morning to tell the Lord o.
several mistakes of the universe, and to
I ask a few mild favors. One is to wreak
"eternal" vengeance on the wicked by
plunging them into everlasting fire;
| and another is for "power to wreStle
with the stranger sojourning within his
gates," "and Notwithstanding her prompt
paid board bill, to bring her to a sense
of her own vile nature and hardened
heart created bad in the first place, on
ly to be purified and saved by the accept
ance of this mans peculiar theological
beliefs. After praying, exhorting, ano
wheeling, he takes to snoring with ar
equal spirit and energy that makes
him audible all through the night, and
the sinner within his gates to look fol
new boarding place next morning
It does not occur to him to use hi.
money to make his wife and their lives
happier; or that he can afford te
bring a couple of strong servants into
the house to perform the menial work
of himself and hired men. He means
we'll. This superior being does moi
know any better. The circumstance:
of his narrow life and the inheritance
of narrow nature are accountable fol
his blind ignorance.
One day his wife returned from the
village, after selling 90 cents worth O.
eggs produced by her own hens. She
timidly asked if she could keep the
proceeds. He generously handed te
her IS cents, and pocketed the rest
with grumble, "wimmin folks is aller'
spendin." Heidi not realize the mean
ness of the act; but when he saw it,
line of Tennyson's seemed to spring
suddenly into the air and enwreatht