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Text for Page 167 [06-27-1858]

fifteen to get married to her present husband, has
had two children, both dying.   Her days pass in perfect
idleness, and she�s a sloven.   Sometimes she won�t �fix� her hair
before breakfast, or fasten her dress in front.   The meal over
and the husband off to his work, she ascends to her room, which
has been put to rights by the servant.  There, she throws off
what few things were dragged on in the way of talet, and
lays down in her night-dress, and nothing else, on the floor
and goes to sleep, perhaps to dinner time.   Perhaps she
won�t dress then.     The afternoon is dawdled away in a
similar manner, unless she, after an elaborate toilet, turns
out for a purposeless walk on Broadway.   She can�t sew,
she knows nothing of cookery, is generally untidy and slattern-
ly and �very good-hearted.�   Sometimes she and her husband
quarrel.   He is twice her age, has education, is tired of and beats her.  When sh
goes out she has six inches of skirt trailing behind her, and
is very expensively dressed.   She don�t read, she don�t think,
she don�t do anything � but look well of evenings.        This
picture is, I think, not overcharged, not was it volunteered.
There are thousands of such matches in this country (except the beating.)
  28.  Monday.  Hear, sickness and work.  A most mis-
erable day.  Limbs aching, aching, aching!   Crawled to the
Doctor in the evening, and saw him for five minutes.
A note from Alf Waud this morning, acknowledging receipt of $.
  The last four days have not been living with me.  They
have been simply suffering.

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