DOI Heft:
Punch’s Almanack for 1853
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17042#0002
IAM a young wife,
and not an old 'wo-
man. In fact I can
still venture to give
my real age to the
inquisitive gentleman
who eomes round with
the census papers, and
I have not been driven
to seal up the fly-leaf of
the family Bible, which
records "Amelia Jane,
born 1st May, 1830."
My husband, as all
my friends assure me,
is all a man ought to
be. I think he might
be a leetle less ob-
stinate, and I confess
he has a bad habit
of bringing his old
bachelor friends home
to dinner without.
warning. "When I re-
monstrate, he is very
eloquent about the
unimportance of what
there may be for din-
ner, the chief thing
being a hearty wel-
come, &c, &c, &c,
though I must say
I've never found him
exactly indifferent to
what is served up.
Still I don't com-
plain—quite the re-
verse. I'm very happy
now—I say now, be-
cause it was not al-
ways so. I propose
to disclose, for the
benefit of young wo-
men about to marry,
the secret of our
THE LADIES OF THE CREATION
OR, HOW I WAS CURED OF BEING A STRONG-MINDED WOMAN.
THE DRAWING ROOM
former discomfort,and
our presenthappiness.
The fact is, I was
brought up a strong-
minded woman. I was
educated on the Pes-
talozzian system j*.
taugnt to ask ques-
tions about everything
and to insist upon an-
swers, and to question
the answers. After I
had pumped my go-
verness dry in this
way, nonplussed papa,,
and gravelled every-
body in the house, no
wonder I was found a
nuisance. They tried
to find food for my in-
quiring disposition, by
employing my restless
curiosity on all sorts
of "ologies," by send-
ing me to all sorts of I
" courses," till my in-
tellectual digestion be-
came seriously im-
paired. Before eigh-
teen I had taken to J
green spectacles, and
Professor Faradav's
Friday night lectures.
One thing, however, l\
do owe to the Boyal
Institution—I met my
husband there. He
was charmingly igno-
rant ; I explained
things to him, and his
first avowal took place
after I had nearly
blown him up by
attempting to decom-
pose oxygen, in which
I only succeeded in dial
THE DINING ROOM.
Lady of the House, " Now then, Girls ! Fill your Glasses ! Bumpers ! Hebe's just one Toast which I am sure totj will all drink
with pleasure. The Gentlemen ! ! "
and not an old 'wo-
man. In fact I can
still venture to give
my real age to the
inquisitive gentleman
who eomes round with
the census papers, and
I have not been driven
to seal up the fly-leaf of
the family Bible, which
records "Amelia Jane,
born 1st May, 1830."
My husband, as all
my friends assure me,
is all a man ought to
be. I think he might
be a leetle less ob-
stinate, and I confess
he has a bad habit
of bringing his old
bachelor friends home
to dinner without.
warning. "When I re-
monstrate, he is very
eloquent about the
unimportance of what
there may be for din-
ner, the chief thing
being a hearty wel-
come, &c, &c, &c,
though I must say
I've never found him
exactly indifferent to
what is served up.
Still I don't com-
plain—quite the re-
verse. I'm very happy
now—I say now, be-
cause it was not al-
ways so. I propose
to disclose, for the
benefit of young wo-
men about to marry,
the secret of our
THE LADIES OF THE CREATION
OR, HOW I WAS CURED OF BEING A STRONG-MINDED WOMAN.
THE DRAWING ROOM
former discomfort,and
our presenthappiness.
The fact is, I was
brought up a strong-
minded woman. I was
educated on the Pes-
talozzian system j*.
taugnt to ask ques-
tions about everything
and to insist upon an-
swers, and to question
the answers. After I
had pumped my go-
verness dry in this
way, nonplussed papa,,
and gravelled every-
body in the house, no
wonder I was found a
nuisance. They tried
to find food for my in-
quiring disposition, by
employing my restless
curiosity on all sorts
of "ologies," by send-
ing me to all sorts of I
" courses," till my in-
tellectual digestion be-
came seriously im-
paired. Before eigh-
teen I had taken to J
green spectacles, and
Professor Faradav's
Friday night lectures.
One thing, however, l\
do owe to the Boyal
Institution—I met my
husband there. He
was charmingly igno-
rant ; I explained
things to him, and his
first avowal took place
after I had nearly
blown him up by
attempting to decom-
pose oxygen, in which
I only succeeded in dial
THE DINING ROOM.
Lady of the House, " Now then, Girls ! Fill your Glasses ! Bumpers ! Hebe's just one Toast which I am sure totj will all drink
with pleasure. The Gentlemen ! ! "