MARRIED LIFE.

THREE WAYS OF MANAGING A HUSBAND.

To those who have never tried the experiment, the management of a husband may seem a very easy matter.  I thought so once, but a few years’ hard experience has compelled me to change my mind.  When I married Mr. John Smith, which was about ten years ago, I was not altogether blind to his faults and peculiarities; but then he had so many solid virtues, that these were viewed as minor considerations.  Besides, I flattered myself that it would be the easiest thing in the world to correct what was not exactly to my taste.  It is no matter of especial wonder that I should have erred in this, for Mr. John Smith, while a lover, really appeared to have no will of his own, and no thought of himself.  It was only necessary for me to express a wish, and it was gratified.

I soon found, much to my disappointment, that there is a marked difference between a husband and a lover:  it was at least so in the case of Mr. Smith, and observation, since I have had my eyes open, satisfies me that it is so in most cases.  I must own, in justice to all parties, however, that this difference is made more apparent by a want of knowledge, on the other side, in regard to the difference between the relation of a wife and a sweetheart—­between the wooed and the won.

There were a good many little things in Mr. Smith, which I had noticed before marriage, that I made up my mind to correct as soon as I had an opportunity to apply the proper means.  He had a fashion of saying “Miss” for “Mrs.,” as “Miss Jones” and “Miss Peters” for “Mrs. Jones” and “Mrs. Peters.”  This sounded exceedingly vulgar to my ears, and I waited almost impatiently for the time to come when I could use the prerogative of a wife for its correction.  He had, an ungraceful way of lounging in his chair and half reclining on the sofa, even in company, that was terrible.  It made me uneasy from head to foot.  Then he said, “I shew it to him” for “I showed it to him,”—­“of-ten” for “oft’n”—­and “obleeged” for “obliged.”

Besides these, there were sundry other things that worried me not a little.  But I consoled myself with the reflection that when I became Mrs. Smith all these little matters would vanish like frost in the sunshine.  I was, alas! doomed to be mistaken.  But let me give my experience for the benefit of those who are to come after me.

We had been married just ten days, and I had begun to feel that I was really a wife, and had a right to say and do a little as I pleased, when Mr. Smith said to me, as we sat quite lover-like on the sofa in the evening,

“I met Miss Williams as I came home this evening—­”

“For mercy’s sake, Mr. Smith! don’t say Miss when you speak of a married woman.  It is excessively vulgar.”  I was not aware that I had spoken in a very offensive way, but I noticed an instant change in Mr. Smith.  He replied, with some dignity of tone, and manner—­