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Text for Page 248 [11-05-1858]

bill for the fiddle on the staircase.  Now there�s
no harm in a woman�s playing the fiddle, but still
it�s funny.    Her life can�t be too happy with that dyspep-
tic grampus.    He befogs himself over his newspapers, in
stead of talking to her and sometimes retorts on her volu-
bility with some curt sentence as pleasant to receive as a
slap of the face.      Truth to tell, however, she can often
give him as good as he brings.       Yet the woman has better
stuff in her than has ever been drawn forth.        He, with
his dry, coarse nature, his objective faith, which is no
faith at all, being all plagiarized from vulgar infidelity,
and consisting merely of antagonisms and prejudices, �
he can�t lead the woman�s soul into green pastures.  Ut-
terly destitute of sensitiveness and sensibility, how can he
understand it in her, when it occurs.            She would work
for him in hard up times, plan for him (she got him his
office) believe in him � like Mrs Pounden she actually
nourishes a monstrous idea that her husband is rather
a popular, an agreable man than other wise! � yet she�s
not happy with him.    She has threatened to quit him.
But, of course, thats all talk.            In some things they
have acted like children during their prosperity � pur
chasing trashy things and indulging themselves in silly
ways.      Except in Levison�s book case, filled by contri-
butions sent into the Picayune, to be reviewed, I never
saw such a lot of trash books together as in Mrs Pat-
tens room.   Weak, Yankee, dollar fictions � the d____d
est rot conceivable � the only decent volume Emerson�s
�English Traits.�       Yet I am glad to know that Pat-               
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