Year: 1870

not daily repeated they want the in.


cense of flattery, the excitement of love.


making; and If these desires are not


mnistered to by their husbands, the


danger is that they will get some one


else TO understand" them, and feed


the sentimentality which dies of mani


ton in the quiet serenity of home.-


Moonlights and bouquet of the ear


liest flowers carefully arranged and ten.


derly presented, and the changing


lights on the mountain tops, and the


exquisite song of the nightingale-at 9


O'Clock in the morning-and all the rest


OF those vague and suggestive delights


which once made the meeting places OF
souls, and furnished occasion for dclic-
ious rawlings, become by time and use,
and the wearing realities of business
and the crowding pressure of anxieties,
rueriie and annoying TO the ordinary
Englishman, who is not poet by ma
ture. "When all the world was young''
by reason Of his own youth, and the
fever of the love making time was on
him, he was quite as romantic as his
wife. But now he IS sobering down
life is fast becoming very prosaic thing
to him work is taking the place of
| pleasure, ambition of romance he
pooh-poohs her fond remembrances of
by gone follies, and prefers his pipe in
the warm library to station by the
open window, watching the sunset be.
cause it looks as it did on that evening.
and shivering with incipient catarrh.
All this is very dreadful to her; won.
en-, unfortunately for themselves, re-
naming young and keeping hold much
longer than men do.


The first detection of this kind is a
pang the young wife never forgets; but
she has many more, and yet more BIT
ter ones, when the detection takes a
personal shape, and some pretty little
attention is carelessly received without
its due reward of loving thanks. Per-
haps some usual form of caress is omit
ted in the hurry of the mornings work
or some gloomy anticipation of profess.
ional trouble makes him oblivious of
her presence, or, fretted by her impor-
tunate attentions, he buries himself in
book, more to escape being spoken to
than for the books own merits Many
a woman has gone into her own room
and had good cry" because her hus-


band called her by her baptismal name,
and not by some absurd nickname in
vented in the days Of their folly; or,
because pressed for time, he hurried out
Of the house without going through the
established formula of leave taking.
The lover has merged in the husband ;
security has taken the place of wooing /;
and the woman does not take kindly to
the transformation. Sometimes she
plays dangerous game, and tries what
| flirting and other men will do. If her
scheme does not answer, and her hus.
band is not made jealous, she is revolt.
ed, and holds herself that hardly-used
being, a neglected wife. She cannot
accept as a compliment the quiet trust
which certain cool-headed men of a
loyal kind place in their wives; and
his tolerance of her flirting manner
which he takes to be manner only, with
no evil in it, and with which, though
he may not especially like it, he does
not iuterfere-seemS to her indifference
rather than tolerance. Yet the conf.
dence implied in this fOrbearance Is in
point of fact a compliment worth all
the petitS SOinS ever invented, though
this hearty faith is just the thing which
annoys her, and which she stigmatizes
as neglect. If she We're to go far enough
she would find out her mistake. But
by that time she would have gone too
far to profit by her experience.


Nothing is more annoying than that
display of affection which some hus.
bands and wives show to each other in
society. That familiarity of touch,
those halfconcealed caresses, those alb.
surd names, that prOdigality of endear-
ing epithets, that devoted attention
which they flaunt in the face of the
public as a Kind of challenge to the
world at large to come and admire their
happiness, is always noticed and laugh.
ed at, AMI sometimes more than laughed
at. Net to some women this parade is
the very essence of married happiness
and part of their dearest privileges.
They believe themselves admired and
envied, when they are ridiculed and
scoffed at and they think their hus-
bands are models for other men to copy
when they are taken as examples for all
to avoid. Men who have any real man
illness, however, do not give in to this
kind of thing though there are some,
as efIeminate and gushing as women
themselves, who like this sloppy effu.
sivenesS of love, and carry it on into
quite old age, fondling the ancient
grandmother with gray hair as lavishly
as they had fondled the youthful bride,
and seeing no want of harmony in call
Ing withered old dame of sixty and
upwards by the pet names by which
they had called her when she was
slip of girl of eighteen. The contin-
uance of love from youth to old age is
very lovely, very cheering but even
John Anderson my 10" would lose
his pathos if Mrs. Anderson had ig-
nored the difference between the raven
locks and the snowy brow. This pub
lie display of familiar affection is never
seen among men who pride themselves
on making good lovers as certain men
do-those who have reduced the prac.
tice of love-making to an art, a science,
and know their lesson to letter. These |
men are delightful to women, who like
80 much as being made love to,
as well after marriage as before but
men who take matters quietly, and re.
ly on the good sense of their wives to
take matters quietly too, sail round