WOMEN AND MONEY.
“A wife shouldn’t ask her husband for money at meal-times.”—Exchange.
“A wife shouldn’t ask her husband for money at meal-times.”—Exchange.
“A wife shouldn’t ask her husband for money at meal-times.”—Exchange.
“A wife shouldn’t ask her husband for money at meal-times.”—Exchange.
By no manner of means;nor at any other time; because, it is to be hoped, he will be gentlemanly enough to spare her that humiliating necessity. Let him hand her hisporte-monnaieevery morning, withcarte-blancheto help herself. The consequence would be, she would lose all desire for the contents, and hand it back, half the time without abstracting a singlesou.
It’s astonishing men have no more diplomacy about such matters.Ishould like to be a husband! Therearewives whom I verily believe might be trusted to make way with a ten dollar bill without risk to the connubial donor. I’m not speaking of those doll-baby libels upon womanhood, whose chief ambition is to be walking advertisements for the dressmaker; but a rational, refined, sensible woman, who knows how to look like a lady upon small means; who would both love and respect a man less for requiring an account of every copper; but who, at the same time, would willingly wear a hat or garment that is “out of date,” rather than involve a noble, generous-hearted husband in unnecessary expenditures.
I repeat it—“Itisn’t every man who has a call to be a husband.” Half the married men should have their “licences” taken away, and the same number of judicious bachelors put in their places. I think the attention of the representatives should be called to this. They can’t expect to come down to town and peep under all the ladies’ bonnets the way they do, and have all the newspapers free gratis, and two dollars a day besides, without “paying their way!”
It’s none ofmybusiness, but I question whether their wives,whom they left at home, stringing dried apples, know how spruce they look in their new hats and coats, or how facetious they grow with their landlady’s daughter; or how many of them pass themselves off for bachelors, to verdant spinsters. Nothing truer than that little couplet ofShakspeare’s—
“When the cat’s awayThe micewillplay.”
“When the cat’s awayThe micewillplay.”
“When the cat’s awayThe micewillplay.”
“When the cat’s away
The micewillplay.”