A NAGGING WIFE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 13, 13 January 1893, Page 31

A NAGGING WIFE.

A FACT. A speaker was holding forth on woman, and he made out that she was just a little angel on earth. In glowing words he pictured how patient she was in suffering, how courageous in trouble, and how altogether gentle, loving and good she was under all circumstances, and closed his peroration by declaring that any man who laid his hand on a woman, save in the act of kindness, was a monster. After the lecture, a pale, haggard, woe-begona looking man shuffled up to the speaker and said, " Look here, mister, I've heard what you've been saying about woman ; all about how nice and sweet she is, why one would imagine that you believed all women were just blushing' fnll blown roses ; I guess you don't know my wife. Well she h'aint no blooming rose. She's a daisy, a reg'lar daisy, why mister my wife is a nagger, and there isn't an hour when she's awake, but what she's nagging some one. If it isn't me, its the children, if it isn't the children, its the cat. There is nothing that escapes her nagging tongue and tbe only time any of us gets any rest is when she has nagged herself to sleep, How like the nerves of a man who drinks ; they just nag, na* all the time, giving no rest until enough liquor has been taken to deaden all nervous sensibility, and the poor fellow goes off into thafc sodden, snoring, miserable state that is bat the rattling skeleton of a healthy Bleep. R. T. Booth's Golden Remedy No 1 puts an end to all this nagging of the nerves by destroying all desire for liquor. B. T. Booth's Golden Remedy No 2 is the best Brain and Nerve Tonic on this earth. AH chemists.