Washington Telegraph

The Every Day Married Lady.—The every day married lady is the inventor of a thing which few foreign nations have as yet adopted either in their houses or language. This thing is 'comfort.' The word cannot be well defined; the items that enter into its composition being so numerous that a description would read like a catalogue. We all understand however, what it means, although few of us are sensible of the source of the enjoyment. A widower has very little comfort and a bachelor none at all while a married man, provided his wife be an every day woman—enjoys it in perfection.

But he enjoys it unconsciously, and therefore ungratefully; it is a thing of course—a necessary, a right of the want of which he complains without being distinctly sensible of its presence. Even when it acquires sufficient intensity to arrest his attention, when his features and his heart soften, and he looks around with a half smile on his face, and says: 'This is comfort!' it never occurs to him to inquire where it all comes from. His every day wife is sitting quietly in the corner; it was not she who lighted the fire, or dressed the dinner, or threw the curtains; and it never occurs to him to think what all these, and a hundred other circumstances of the moment, owe their virtue to her spiriting; and that the comfort which enriches the atmosphere, which sparkles in the embers which broods in the shadowy parts of the room, which glows in his own full heart, emanates from her and encircles her like an aureola.