Bachelor.
My friend is hugging the shores of personal expense very closely for the
purpose of having two weeks in the country with his wife during the heat
of July. This woman's face does not intoxicate him as it once
unquestionably did. Neither does the "Trovatore miserere," nor the
"William Tell" or "Poet and Peasant" overtures so delight him as once
upon a time. Nevertheless there is in him a secret joy of possession,
calm and pleasant, in contemplating the wife, and a quiet satisfaction,
in hearing the music, that the taste of his youth was so thoroughly
good.
A WIFE'S PRAYER.
9. When his wife goes to bed she loves to put her head on her husband's
knees to say her prayers, and he loves to have her. He has great
confidence in a woman's prayers, and he is disposed, selfishly but
correctly, to believe the supplication is nearly dual in its character.
In his speech he treats his wife as though she were the wife of an
honored friend. If he talked either loosely or coarsely to his wife he
might fall in love with any woman to whom he showed greater respect. He
would, beside, proclaim his folly, for woman has small sense of humor.
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