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Volume 3 (1858-1859) (592 pages)
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PRAISE YOUR WIFE. 75
or, to speak more properly, we take care
that no one shall with impunity lay down
his property carelessly. The fear of lost
honor does not terrify us, neither does
the ambition for a reputation disturb our
slumbers. We are supporters of no faction, neither do we fawn upon princes to
solicit favors. These huts and tents are
our sumptuous palaces and gilded ceilings; for cartoons and Flemish landscapes, nature has furnished us with the
deep gorges and snow-capped peaks, the
outstretched meadows and shady groves
which she unfolds to us at every step.
We are rude astronomers, because, as we
sleep under the open heaven, we know at
all times the hour of the night or of the.
ing joy to the air, cooling the waters and
bedewing the earth; and soon after them
the sun gilding the mountain tops. We
do not fear the cold when the sun strikes
us aslant with his rays, nor the heat when
the dog star rages; we present the same
front to summer and winter, to want and
to plenty. In conclusion, we are a people that live by our industry and cunning, and, without troubling ourselves
about the three roads to fortune, mentioned in the ancient proverb of “Church
or sea, or royal service,” we have that
which we want, and are therefore content
with what we have. All this I have said
to you, generous young man, that you
should not be ignorant of the life before
day ; we see how aurora steals the trade . you, or of the business that you are to
of the stars in heaven, and how she, with profess, which I have thus sketched out
her companion, the dawn, appears, givfor you.”
[Concluded in our next. .
PRAISE YOUR WIFE.
Praise your wife, man ; for pity’s sake,
give her a little encouragement ; it won’t
hurt her. She has made your home comfortable, your hearth bright and shining,
your food agreeable ; for pity’s sake, tell
her you thank her, if nothing more. She
don’t expect it; it will make her eyes
open wider than they have for these ten
years; but it will do her good, for all
that, and you too. There are many women to-day, thirsting for the word of
praise, the language of encouragement.
But so accustomed have their fathers,
brothers, and husbands, become to their
monotonous duties, that they look for and
_upon them as they do the daily rising
“sun, and its daily going down. Everything that pleases the eye and the sense
at home, has been produced by constant
work, much thought. great and untiring
efforts, bodily and mentally. It is not
that many men do not appreciate these
things and feel a glow of gratitude for
the numberless attentions bestowed upon
them in sickness and in health, but they
are so selfish in that feeling. They don’t
come out with a hearty “Why, how
pleasant you make things look, wife !’’
or, “I am obliged to you for taking so
much pains.” They thank everybody and
everything out of doors, because it is the
custom, and then come home, tip their
chair back and their heels up, pull out
the newspaper, grumble if wife asks
them to do anything, scold if the fire has
got down; or, if everything is just right
shut their mouths. I tell you what, men,
young and old, if you did but show an
ordinary civility towards those common
articles of housekeeping, your wives; if
you gave the one hundred and sixtieth
part of the compliments you almost choked them with before they were married ;
if you would cease to speak of their faults,
however banteringly, before others, fewer
women would seek for other sources of
happiness than your cold so-so-ish affection. Praise your wife, then, for all the
good qualities she has, and you may rest
assured that her deficiencies are fully
counterbalanced by your own.