SELECTED POETRY.

Cromwell Argus, Volume II, Issue 98, 26 September 1871, Page 7

SELECTED POETRY.

THE SWEET 3 OiTm \RRIED LIFE. (Lady's Own Paper.) 1 wish I had a dozen pairs Of hands this very minute, I’d soon put all these things to rights— Ah ! gladly would I prove it. llq\ e pa big washing to be done, kp,.* -air of hands to do it—shirts and stockings, coats and pants— IK , ill I e’er get through it ? V Dmner to get for six or more ; No loaf left o’er from Sunday ; And baby cross as be can live He’s always so on Monday'. And there’s the cream, ’tis getting sour, And must forthwith be churning ; And here’s Bob wants a button on— Which way shall I be turning ? ’Tis time the meat was in the pot, The bread was worked for baking ; The clothes were taken from the boil— Oh dear ! the baby’s waking ! Oh dear ! if P comes home, And finds things in this bother, He’ll just begin and tell mo all About his tidy mother. How nine her kitchen used to bo, Her dinner always ready Exactly when tho dinner-bell rung— Hush, hush, clear little Freddy ! And then will come some hasty word, Right out before I’m thinking : They say that hasty words from wives Set saber meu to drinking. Now, isn’t that a great idea,— That meu should take to sinning Because a weary, half-sick wife Can’t alway's smile so winning ? When 1 was young I used to earn My living without trouble ; Kad clothes, and pocket-money too. And hours of leisure double. I never dreamed of such a fate, When I, a lass! was courted : Wife, mother, nurse, seamstress, cook, housekeeper, chambermaid, laundress, dairywoman, and scrub generally, doing the work of six, For the sake of being supported. Mrs F. D. Gaoe.