Year: 1873

Standing ebow-deep in dish-water not many
days SINCE this time-worn saying flashed into my
mind, like an electric shock, causing me to drop
the dshcloth, while an emphatic 'Thats so ~
| burst from my lips My mothers ejaculation OF
amazement at so startling an exhibition restored
| me in appearance to my wonted equilibrium,
| though inwardly my indignation beat thrilling
tattoo to the flying cups and sauceFS which, ever
and anon, crashed into the cupboard. And
girls whether you believe it or not, the short
space of fifteen minutes saw my dishes all out of
sght-skilets and frying-pans not mentiona6le,
whereupon calmly and quietly seated myself to
cool off; but the more ! tried the more angry |
grew, till finally swapping my fingers to that
hypocritical old doctrine,


"Patience and perseverance accomplish all things"
| seized the broom and duster, aud proceeded 10
vent my spleen upon the numerous offensive art-
cles nearest my energetic grasp. Chairs flew in
every direction, to say nothing OF dust and cob
webs and with every dash Of the broom on went
another layer Of Indignation. At this rate then,
leave you to Judge OF my probable state OF mind
when, at the expiration OF half an hour, just as
had seated myself to rest little from my arduous
labors, in walked an important member of the
male sex, making an extremely soothing observa-
ton, something after this ST lie, THAT he wished
be had nothing more to DO than 10 sit in the
house from morning Till night, as tue women all
did"


Well it would be perfectly useless Tor me to
attempt to describe my sensations, as every word
in Webster's dictionary all strung together
wouldn't be enough. Twas actually dumb. My
tongue Glove TO the roof of my mouth. All the
pentup ideas of the morning crowded into my
brain at once, and contracted in my eyes
Sparks few, if language didn't and if looks
nihilate, | am quite certain the aforementioned
individual would have been stretched at my feet.
He, however, fearing perhaps such a termination,
proceeded to take his departure, with all necessa-
ry dispatch. |, meanwhile, striving to gather
up my head-and-alve energies, sufficiently TO aim
at his retreating coaskirts shot with the broom.


Men are selfish creatures, the best you can make
of it, and the more you humor them the worse
they get. They have been SO long accustomed
to baving the best of everything, that they have
naturally come to expect it. There is mouldy
piece of sentiment, fshed up from the brain of
some old bachelor, probably, which always did
disgust me, and that is,


"Always meet your husband with SMILE"


That goes little beyond my powers OF endur-
ance. Smiles indeed Delightfully."- consistent
with washtubs and gridirons. So woman must
slave and toll in the kitchen cut off from all commu
nication with the world outside must toll and bake
and stew with dozen little pinafores clinging
to her skirt; must sweep and dust and darn and
sew in fact, must go through her work more
dead than alive, with the ever present idea that
the arrival of her husband is the signal for her to
scare up smile, to greet the poor dear creature
who is so tired and harassed with business If
there happens to be tender spot in the steak for
dinner, why it must be saved for father The
richest bit of cream is reserved for fathers coffee
father must have the most comfortable chair in
the house-the largest half of the lamb. The in
slant you hear father coming, presto change
clear the track, children your father is tired
don't disturb him run to your mother she will
attend to you. Mother mustn't get tired.


"Well, come Let's have the denouemeat.-
Father plants himself in the only rocking-chair
the house affords, elevates his heels above the
level of his nose, and remains fixture for the
evening Mother comes trotting down stairs,
from her task of putting the cherubs TO bed, with
sensation of pleasure at the bare possibility
which suggests itself TO her mind of social chat
with her husband about the occurrences of the
day, which is just what she needs, after the
numerous duties which she daily performs. Not
bit of it there he SITS coming, with unhinch-
ing steadiness, the columns of that odious paper,
informing her by appearance, if not by words,
that "Mum" is the order of the evening. So,
heaving faint little sigh, she takes the basket
of stockings and with answering, martyr-like
devotion, plies her needle until that man gets
ready to speak to her; which will probably be
when he wants dish OF a. -'es or glass of cider.


tYes, sir my mind made up on that
subject and don't Sc am going to help
t either, for,


''Men will be M vide world through,


And women can'th > it, whatever they do.r