MUTUAL
FORBEARANCE
,
Necessary
to
the
Happiness
of
the
Married
State
.
THE
lady
thus
address'd
her
spouse
—
What
a
mere
dungeon
is
this
house
,
By
no
means
large
enough
,
and
was
it
,
Yet
this
dull
room
and
that
dark
closet
,
Those
hangings
with
their
worn
out
graces
,
Long
beards
,
long
noses
,
and
pale
faces
,
Are
such
an
antiquated
scene
,
They
overwhelm
me
with
the
spleen
.
—
Sir
Humphrey
shooting
in
the
dark
,
Makes
answer
quite
beside
the
mark
.
No
doubt
,
my
dear
,
I
bade
him
come
,
Engag'd
myself
to
be
at
home
,
And
shall
expect
him
at
the
door
Precisely
when
the
clock
strikes
four
.
You
are
so
deaf
,
the
lady
cried
,
(
And
rais'd
her
voice
and
frown'd
beside
)
You
are
so
sadly
deaf
,
my
dear
,
What
shall
I
do
to
make
you
hear
?
Dismiss
poor
Harry
,
he
replies
,
Some
people
are
more
nice
than
wise
,
For
one
slight
trespass
all
this
stir
?
What
if
he
did
ride
,
whip
and
spur
,
'Twas
but
a
mile
—
your
fav'rite
horse
Will
never
look
one
hair
the
worse
.
Well
,
I
protest
'tis
past
all
bearing
—
Child
!
I
am
rather
hard
of
hearing
—
Yes
,
truly
—
one
must
scream
and
bawl
,
I
tell
you
you
can't
hear
at
all
.
Then
with
a
voice
exceeding
low
,
No
matter
if
you
hear
or
no
.
Alas
!
and
is
domestic
strife
,
That
forest
ill
of
human
life
,
A
plague
so
little
to
be
fear'd
,
As
to
be
wantonly
incurr'd
;
To
gratify
a
fretful
passion
,
On
ev'ry
trivial
provocation
?
The
kindest
and
the
happiest
pair
,
Will
find
occasion
to
forbear
,
And
something
ev'ry
day
they
live
To
pity
,
and
perhaps
,
forgive
.
But
if
infirmities
that
fall
In
common
to
the
lot
of
all
,
A
blemish
,
or
a
sense
impair'd
,
Are
crimes
so
little
to
be
spar'd
,
Then
farewel
all
that
must
create
The
comfort
of
the
wedded
state
,
Instead
of
harmony
,
'tis
jar
And
tumult
,
and
intestine
war
.
The
love
that
cheers
life's
latest
stage
,
Proof
against
sickness
and
old
age
,
Preserv'd
by
virtue
from
declension
,
Becomes
not
weary
of
attention
,
But
lives
,
when
that
exterior
grace
Which
first
inspir'd
the
flame
,
decays
.
'Tis
gentle
,
delicate
and
kind
,
To
faults
compassionate
or
blind
,
And
will
with
sympathy
endure
Those
evils
it
would
gladly
cure
.
But
angry
,
coarse
,
and
harsh
expression
Shows
love
to
be
a
mere
profession
,
Proves
that
the
heart
is
none
of
his
,
Or
soon
expels
him
if
it
is
.