A husband going into court is generally regarded as a fool.
The other day a poor Irishman tried his best to show that he was ill-used, and ought to be divorced.
The magistrate frowned.
“Well, then, I won't say anything agin the woman, judge, but I wish you would jist live with her a little while.”
The judge relaxed, and gave him his release.
Observers notice on this slope a tendency to hanker after female crime.
The motives for this hankering may be various, but the facts are scarcely matters of dispute.
Few jokes are more successful in society than such as hint at domestic murderat the wife of your bosom making you a cup of hemlock tea, or blowing your brains out as you lie asleep.
A young Californian lady, just divorced, complains to her friend, a widow of twenty-five, that her late husband tells such cruel things of her.
“And not a word of it true?”
“My dear, how can you ask?”
“Only for form's sake.
Now, my dear child, I have had three husbands, no better and no worse than other men, but they are all gone.
dead husbands tell no tales.”
With some persons, the motive of this curiosity