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NEWENGLAND FARMER. 



NOVEMBER 83, 1836. 



2v:i5is©JiE.s.^ssrs'. 



No! no! no! I wont!— Henry Hartwell gave 

 utterance to these inonosyllables in his loudest 

 tone of voice. Ilenvy Hartwell was in a passion. 

 Henry Hartwell was a brave man or he would 

 never have dared to have said so many han! words 

 to his pretty wife, though she had been teasing 



him. 



Henry Hartwell's wife was as pretty a wite as 

 any man need to have. She was neither short 

 nor tall — of beautiful proportions — with a lip — 

 „n eye — she had two of each. They looked like 

 a thousand other lips and eyes. But what was 

 she teasingl.er affectionate husband about ? What 

 could make Henry Hartwell, the most amiable 

 and loving of husbands, say 'No! no! no!— I 

 won't' to his beautiful wife? We will go back 

 and explain. 



' Julia, my love, good evening,' said Henry 

 Hartwell, as" he entered his beautiful parlor the 

 other evening. 



'Good evening, Henry, how do you do?' said 

 Julia in her blandest voice, and with her sweetest 

 smile. 



' Tired, my dear, is tea ready ?' 



'It will be in a moment. Sally!' Sally came 

 in with the tea urn and toast. Henry Hartwell 

 sat atone side of the table — his wife sat opposite. 

 Three weeks after the marriage with a pretty wife, 

 i^ what don't hnjipen every day, and both husband 

 and wife made the most of it. Their mutual en- 

 dearments softened and sweetened the bitter cup 

 of life, very much as their sugar and cream added 

 to the palatabUity of their byson. 



' My dear, is your tee agreeable ?' 



Excellent, my love.' 



'Will you take another piece of toast, mydear?' 



' .'V very little, my love, if you please.' 



That was well enough. Young married couples 

 have an undoubted right to make fools of them- 

 selves if they please. And the fact of their being 

 young marriecl couples presupposes the fact that 

 they have lost their wits. 



Julia and Henry — Henry and Julia, or in other 

 words, Mr and Mrs Hartwell, were a happy cou- 

 ple. Not a tingle storm had clouded their connu- 

 bial horizon ; they acted in its perfection the 

 short and laughable farce of Matrimonial Felicity. 



Henry Hartwell sat on the sofa with^liis l«:>^^ng 

 bride beside him — what a subject for a painter ! 



' Henry, my love,' said the fascinating wife,' I 

 never knew happiness till now,' 



'If my love can make you happy, you must be 

 the happiest of woman.' 



' So I am, my Henry — and I am sure you do 

 love — I should be wretched If I could think 

 otherwise. I know you would do anything to 

 contriliute to my happiness.' 



'Can you doubt it, my dear ?' 



' No, 1 will not. Well, I have one little trifle 

 to ask — I am sure you will grant it as soon as 

 asked, and I know you are as anxious to assure me 

 of your affections as I am proud to deserve it,' 



' Name it, my love, and if it is in my power, 1 

 shall delight to gratify you — what is it ?' 



' Wei!, my love, Mrs Si)lash has been here this 

 afteinnon, and — ' 



'I don't like Mrs Splash,' interrupted Henry. 



'You don't — how strange! — I think her a 

 very nice woman. We!l, she says that Mr Cot- 

 ton has purchased a beautiful carriage and span 



of grays, and that Mr Porter, Emily's husband, 

 you know, my love, has bought a most elegant 

 coach, and two beautiful bay horses. Now, my 

 love, Mrs Splash says that you really ought to set 

 up a carriage.' 



' My dear Julia, you must consider that though 

 Mr Cotton and Mr Porter can afford to keep a car- 

 riage, my business and fortune will by no means 

 warrant it.' 



'O, Mr Hartwell, how can you say so when 

 every one says how well you are doing. I am 

 sure, my dear, you can afford it as well as others 

 — a great many others. Now, my dear, I know 

 you will for my sake. Only think — to have Mrs 

 Cotton and Mrs Porter riding in their coaches, and 

 your wife going on foot.' 



' Mrs Hartwell, 1 should be happy to oblige you 

 in anything reasonable, but at present I cannot 

 afford to pay two thousand dollars for a coach and 

 span of grays — so, I hope you will be contented 

 lo wait until I am a few thousands richer.' As 

 Hemy Hartwell said this, he rose from the sofa 

 and buttoned up his coat in order, we suppose, to 

 strengthen his resolution, wljicli be pcrccvied by 

 a sort of instinct, was to be put to the test. The 

 first connubial squabble is an awkward affair com- 

 |)ared to what they are when one is more accus- 

 tomed to them. 



' Now Mr Hartwell, I do think you are almost 

 as stingy as Mrs Splash says you are;' said Julis, 

 half pouting — half laughing. 



'Curse Mrs Splash,' said the husband, with no 

 half expression ol countenance. 



' How can you talk so about my friends, Mr 

 Hartwell ?' stiid Mrs H. with a decided pout, and 

 two-thirds of a frown. 



' Your friends are quite officious in my affairs,' 

 said H. determinedly. 



Julia saw it was no time for trifling now. — She 

 smoothed out the frown — contracted the pout, and 

 with admirable adroitness burst into a flood of 

 tears, which would have carried away a weaker 

 man's resolution. 



Here is a proper place for a little sentiment, 

 which thereader will please to imagine. 



'Come, my love,' said Mr Hartwell, a little soft- 

 ened — ' this wont do — in tears thiee weeks after 

 marriage — really, Julia. 1 did not expect this — 

 come, my love, dry your eyes — I will do any rea- 

 sonable thing to make you happy.' 



Did you ever see the sun break out after a little 

 shower — so burst forth the smiles on the beauti- 

 ful face of Julia Hartwell. 



' Then, my love, you will buy the coach and 

 grays.' 



'Indeed, Julia, I cannot afford it.' 



'Indeed, Henry, you must' — half a pout. 



'I cannot, so pray don't urge the point any far- 

 ther,' 



' You are a barbarous cruel man, Mr Hartwell.' 



'You are a very unreasonable woman.' A frown 

 and another button, 



' Y'oii do not care for me.' More tears. 



'Yes I do, but I can't humor all your caprices.' 



' Will you — buy — the coach, Mr Hartwell ?' — 

 Quite a shower, ' No !' 



'You won't — buy it — to make — mehappy — 

 you imfeeling man — you'll break my heart — 

 you will !' 



' I should be sorry to break your heart — very 

 sorry — and I am sorry to see you unhappy.' 



'Then — will you — buy the — coach and grays! 



' No ! ATo ! NO ! / too'nt !— Boston Pearl. 



NURSERY OF WILiLIADI KBNRICK. 



Nonantum Hill in Newtvn, 5J miles from Boston by the West- 

 trn Avenue, and near the great Westei-n Rail Road. 



This eslablishment, wliicli now comprifes 25 acres, includes 

 llie selections of Ihe finest kinds of new Flemish Pears, and 

 of all oiherliardy Iruils — selections from Ihe first rale sources 

 ami the finest varieties lino\in. 



75,000 Morus ftlullicaulis, or true Chinese JIulbcrry Trees, 

 can now be supplied, wholesale or retail. 



Ornaoienlal Irees, shrubs and roses. Also Herbaceous 

 flowering plants of Ihe most beautiful varieties. 



Address by mail, post paid, lo William KeiNRIck, New- 

 ton, Mass, 'frees and plants when ordered, are carefully 

 selected, and labelled, and faithfully- packed, and dulv :of- 

 worded from Boston by land or sea. Transportation gratia 

 to the cily. Catalogues will be sent to all who apply. 



Sept. 21. 8m '^' ^ 



GREEN HOUSE GLASS 



Of every size and thickness, for sale by 



LORINC; & KUI'FKR. No. 10 IHerchants Row. 

 Doston, Sopl. 7. 2mis. 



FOR SALE. 



One or more pair of Oeese, a wild Gander and the lar^e 

 black bill India goose — their progeny monstrous and beauU- 

 lul wiihall — ^10 the pair. One or more pair of Peafowls, 

 three years old nearly — price ^8. Some fancy doves — 

 Nuns |2.50, Tumblers |f2,50, Ricigdoves ,g3, &.c. Apply at 

 the New England Seed Store, ISoston. 



Oct. 5. JOSEPH BUECK & CO, 



PEAR TREES. 



For sale at the garden of the subscriber, Dearborn street. 

 North Salem, a valuable collection of Dwarf and Standard 

 Pear Trees ; among thciu will be founil some of the best old 

 and new varieties, and all warra.ited to be true lo their names. 



Stpl. 28. * ROBERT MANNINU, 



3O0O APPLE TREES. 



For sale by ih ! subscriber, at Fresh Pond, Cambridge; 

 consisting mostly of BaliKvins and Russelts, some Greenings, 

 Porter and P.iyer a|iples. 'J'heyareas good a lot of apple 

 trees as can be Ibund in the vicinity of Boston, six years from 

 the bud. The above will be sold cheap if applied for this 

 autumn. JONAS WYETH, 



Cambridge, Nov. 2. 



THE NEAV ENGLAND FARMER 



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