A Nagging Wite.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XIV, Issue 2877, 20 January 1893, Page 2

A Nagging Wite.

A FACT. A speaker was holding forth on woman, And he nude out that she was just a little angel on eatth. In glowing words he pictured how patient she.was in suffering, how courage >us in trouble, and how altogether gentle, loving, and good she was under all circumstances, and closed his k peroration by dtclanng that an/man who 1 hid hia hand on a woman, save in the act of kindness, was a monster. After the leoture, a paX haggard, woebegone 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 womi n were just blushing full blown roses; I guess you don't know my wife. Well •he haint no blooming rose. She's a daisy, a reg'lar daisy, why mister my wife is a nagger, and there is'nt an hour, when she's awake, but th\t she's nagging someone. If it is'nt ma, its the children, it is'nt the children, it's the cat. There is nothing that escapes her nagging tongue, and the 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, nag all the time, giving no rest until enough liquor has been taken to deaden all nervous sensibility, and the poor fellow goes off in that sodden, snoring, miserable state that is but the rattling skeleton of a htalthy sleep. R. T. Booth's Golden Remedy No 1 puts an end to all this nagging of the nerves by destroying all desire for' liquor. R. T, Booth's Golden Remedy ho 2 is. the best Brain and Nerve Tonic on this earth. All chemists.