Spooase yev accomplished yer pwint—spooase yev vound out what the ways meent, Beginning wi dearly beloved, and endin in coorse with amazement. Ef yer bad temper and whims yo vind yev got moor than yer match in g Ef still o billin and cooin, yo gets moor o claain and scratchin ; Ef yo expected perfection, and vind yev got nothin uncommen ; ‘ Ef what you thought wer a angel turns out vor to be buta woman; Ef, like the wisest o men, a woman yo can’t lam the waays o. Ef yo da thenk you’m tuck in—doant be zuch a TOOl as to my zo. List to a word of advice—be keerful and mind you dooant lose it— Becaas, as the larned ud zay—-“ Ex perry yent she a does it. ” Which mians, as our passon explaaind, for Latin quite out o myraich is, Guessin es mooastly mistiakin, tes only exparience teiches. A man and a woman alike, resembul in form and in fature, To marry among yer own kind is one o tha vust lass o nature.

Lobsters dooant marry wi crabs—birds mate wi birds of a feather, Nobody thenks vor to pear a lion and jackass together. Ef you be livin in Rome, yo shud do just tha same as tha Romans, And marry a woman, becaas—a angel W‘OILt suit ye (1y no ‘rm’ans. When 8. angel da marry a man, a circumstans not very common, She either do moulty herwengs, and change vrom a bird to a woman; Or else —thaw wi duty and love yo tries very hard vor ta bind her, She’ll vlee to tha wordle above, where yo must luk sharp vor ta vind her. Angels beant ﬁt to live here—woodent it zeem reather shockin, To zee one a-nussin a babby—or weshin -or mendin a stockin ? When our vust mother on earth got into a chat with the divil, . Twer she as vust tiasted the fruit, and vound out tha good and the evil, She gied the apple to Adam, ater she vust had a bit un, And till Adam vollicd his wife, he wer as blind as a kitten.

New zider doant suit ould men. I knawed one as stoale zome, But et deddent agree wi he, vor a vound et moor zweet than houlsome. But young men shud hev young wives, and if yev the luck ta get her, Hev one fresh vrom tha reng, and tha zweeter she es the better. A woman shud hev a tongue—zome mid prefer a tame un ; But evry man to hes tiaste—Agrikler likes a giame un. Ef she be jonick and true, or as passon zes ﬁddle us semper ; Let her hev plenty of pluck, I’ll larn to put up wi her temper. Et middent come azy at vust ; or leather, I‘ll zay, the fact es, Tez‘ azy enough to larn, but divilish hard to practise. Vor thaw a woman ull promus to honor and obay, man, Ef ya expects slw ta do zo, best tell her ta hev her mm u’auy, man.

Spooasin yer wife shud scowld. Ef she do yo must let her— Mebby you hev dezarved et and tha less yo zes, the better ; Spooasin yer wife shud ﬁght—tes no use miakin a bother, Ef she gies ye a smack on one ear, let her gie ye a smack on the tother ; Spooasin she’s very outrageous—aal that I can zaay, man, Es—when she tiakes the pooaker, best get out of her warty, man ; Never_ go houldin her wrists, thic plan ull never suit, man, You’ll liave tha marks o yer vengers, and then she’ll caal ye a brute, man. Waait tell she’s got coold down, waait tell the oooast es clear, man; She’ll get zummut nice ver yer supper, and kiss ye, and caal ye her dear, man. ‘ Ef a wife be zubmissive and tiame, her husband, perhaps, es a lucky one, But zuch never fell to my sheer, zo I’m suppoasin a plucky one. Zo vur on the zubject of marrige, I’ve gied ye my candid opinion, Next week, ef my missus ull let me, the zubject I mane to continny on, She knaws what I’m writin about—yo can’t keep up zides wi a woman— She zes she dooant keer what I zes, but she knaws what I zes es true, man. ‘

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