MRS. CAUuLE's CURTAIN LECTURES.
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Poor mel I'm sure don't know who 'd be poor woman! don't know who'd tie themseives up to a man, il they knew only half they'd have to bear. A wife must stay ai home and he drudge, whilst man can g1 any where l's enough fora wife 10 sit like Cinderella by the ashes, whilst her husband can go drinking aud singing at tavern. You nev"i sn2! How do ever know you sing! l's very well ioi you to say so; but il l could hear you dare gay you're amongst the worst of 'eni.

 And now, suppose, il will be the tavern every night IT iink I'm goins 10 sit up for you, Mr. Caudr, you're very much mistaken. No: and I'm not gnnk To get out of my warm bed to let you in, either. No: nor Susan san't si up lur you; nor you shanI have latch key Pm not going to sleep wilh the door upon the latch to be murdered before the morning. I-

 'Faugh! Pah! Wheugh! That filthy tobacco smokel lt's enough to kIlany decent woman. You know l hate tobacco and yet you will do Il. You don'i smoke yuursef What of thall II you go among people who do smoke, you're just as bad, or worse. You l might as we'll snoke-indeed better. Better smoke yourself than home with ether peops's smoke | m your haii.

 | never knew any good come to a man Who went | t, a tavern. Nice companions he picks up there Yes, people who make Il boast 10 treat their wives | like slaves, and ruin ,heir families. There that | wretch, Pre,tyinan See what he's came 10 lie dosen'l now get hsIne tll two in the morning: and then in what Il state! He begins quaneing with | the door mat, that his poor wife may be afraid to l speak 10 hm. A mean wretch. But dun't you think | l'll be like Mrs PIetiyman. No, wouldn't put up with it ron he best that uOd. fou'li not make afraid to speak to you, however you may swear al the door mat. No, Mr. Caud's, that you won't

 You dtn'i intend 10 stay out ill two in the morn | ing ioy do you know what you'll do when you get among such peoplel Men cant answer for themselves when they gel b'ozng one with another They never think 0 iler pOor wives, who greving and wear ing themselves out al home. nice headache you'il have 10 morrow mornipg-or rather this morning ; for il m,si be past twelve. You won't have head ache. It's very we'll for you to say so. but know ,uu wl; aud then you may nurse yourself for me. lia thai fh, tobacco asau No, shall not go To sleep like good soul! How's people to go to sleep | when the, re suiipcatedl

 Yes, Ar. Caude, you'll be nice and i'll in the morning! But don't you think 'm going to let you have your breakfast m he'd like Mrs. Prettyman. I'll not be such fool No; nor l wont have discrediI brought upon the house by sending for soda water early, for all the neghborliood to say, 'Caudle was drunk last uigM!' No, I've some regard for the dear children, if you haven't. No: nor you shan't have broth for dinner. Not neck of mutton crosses my threshold, can tell yoa.

 You won't want soda, and you wont want broth! All the better. You would not get them if you did. l can assure you-near, dear, dea, That hlihy tobacco! I'm ii's enough to make me as bad as you are. Talking about getting disorced-l'n sure tobacco ought to be good grounds. How little does woman think when she marries, that she gives herseliup 10 be poisoned! You men contrI't to have il all of your own sde. you do. Now, Il | was 10 go and leave you and the children,a a pretty | noise there'd be! You however, can go and sinoke no end of pipes. You didn't smoke! li's all the same. Mir. Caudle, know by their company. You'd better smoke yourself, than bring me home the pipes of all the world.

 sYes, I see how it ~ill be. Now you're once come to a tavern, you'll always be going. You'll be coming home iipsy every night; and tumbng down and breaking your legs, and putting out your shoulder and bring all sorts ni disgrace and expense upon us. And then you'll be getting into street fghi-oh! know your temper too well 10 doubt 1t, | Mr. Caude-and be knocking down some oi the police. And then I know what will follow. IL must follow Yes. you'll be sent for month or six weeks to the ieadml, Pretty ihIng that, for Il respectable lradesnlan, Mir. Caude, to be put upon the eaimill wh all sorts ui thieves and vagabonds aud there, Hgaln that h"ribe lubacco!-and riff rat of every klnd. l should like 10 know how your chlldIen hold up their heads, after their father has bt en upon the irea,imill? No; won't go to sleep. And Pm not talking of what Is impossible. | know il wiilllappen-eyery bit oi Il. II Il wasn't | Tor the dear chidren you might be ruined, and l | wouldn't much as speak about Ii but-oh, dea, at leasi you might go where they smoke good To- bacco-but 1 can't forget that Pm the mother Al least, they shall have one parent.

 | Ta,erns! Never did man go 10 tavern who didn, die heggar. And how your pot companIon- will laugh at you when they see your name in the Gazette. For il must happen. Your business is sure To fall off; for what respectable man will buy loys for iiieT children ol d drWikardl You'ie not a d unkard! No; but you will be-,rs all tiie salne.

 'Yon've begun b, sta, ing out ,iIl midnight. By and-by 'tw, be all night. Bu don't you lhink, Mir. Caudle, ,ou shall ever have key. 1 know you.- Yes; you'd do exacily like that Preit,ma". and wnai did he do, only last N ednesda.? Why he let himself u about four m the morning. and brought home with him his pot companion, Leanly. His dear N fife woke at SIX, and Pretty ymau's dri, bools Il, her side. And where was the wretch her husbanul Why, he WAS dr nkmg down sa,rs- swlllng. Yes; worse than mi'uighi robi'er. he d taken the keys out oi his dear wiie's pckes ha. what that poor cea has To bea aud had go, ihe b'an- dy pretty thing Tor d wife 10 wake at sin in the morning, and insead of her husband to see his dirty | boots!

 .Bui I'il not be made your victim, Mr. Cdudle not l. You sha never get al my keys. for they shall lie under my pillow under my head, Mir. Caude.

 'You'l be ruiaed; but 'iI can help It, you shall ruin nobody but yourself.

 .Oh that hor- hor-hor-i-ble tob-ac-co.--