Domestic Trials
FROM “Home Whispers to Husbands and Wives” by Melva (American Female Guardian Society, 1859):
“OH dear! what did I ever marry for?” sighed a weary wife and mother. “It’s nothing but care, trouble, disappointment and vexation, sick and crying children, miserable, shiftless domestics, overtaxed energies, feeble health, and more than all, a cross, selfish, exacting husband. Oh! I wish I was dead and at rest in the grave.”
The wife lowered her complaining tones a little as she said this, for she knew it was wrong to cherish such thoughts, and when they took form and expression, they startled her with their harshness and sinfulness. But the clouds were dark overspreading all her sky that day, and the winds that blew over the plain of her life were chill and dreary, sweeping rudely and harshly over the chords of her soul. It was often so. Harmonies were the exceptions in her mournful chant of life-discords the rule. Hers was a vexed and sore-tried, a disappointed and overburdened life. It had for her no rest, no recreation nor sustaining sympathy, none of the sunshine of congenial love and confidence; and her soul had not yet learned to arise from the low grounds of its disquietudes and sorrows, and to enter into its “rest.” (more…)


