THE EDITOR’S SPOUSE.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1070, 27 October 1882, Page 4

THE EDITOR’S SPOUSE.

♦ A disconsolate editor thus bemoans his devoted spouse : —“Thus my wife died. No more will those loving hands pnll off my boots and part my back hair as o ly a true wife can Nor will those willing feet replenish coal-box or water-pail No more will she arise amid the tempestuous storm of winter and hie away to the fire without disturbing the slumbers of the man who doted on her so artlessly. Her memory is embalmed in my heart of hearts I wanted to embalm her body 7, but I found I could embalm her memory much cheaper. I procured from Eli Mudget, a neighbour of mine, a very pretty gravestone. His wife was consumptive, and he kept it on hand several years in anticipation of her death. But she rallied last spring, and his hones were blasted Never shall I forget, the poor man’s grief when I asked him to part with it, “ Take it Skinner, and may you never know what it is to have your soul disappointed as mine has I een ! and he burst into a flood of tears. His spirit was indeed utterly broken. I had the following epitaph engraved upon the "tombstone—“ To the memory of Tabitha, wife of Moses Skinner, Esq, gentlemanly-editor of the ‘ Tromb ne.’ Terms 12s a year, invariably in advance. A kind mother and an exemplary wife. Office over Messrs Coleman’s grocery establishment, up two flights of stairs. Knock hard We shall miss thee, mother, we shall miss thee. Job printing solicited.’ Thus did my lacerated spirit cry 7 out in agony, even as Rachel weeping for her children. But one ray of light penetrated the despair of my soul. The undertaker took his pay in job printing, and the sexton owed me a little account I should not have gotten any other way. Whyshould we pine, at the mysterious ways of Providence and vicinity 1”