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A French man who having liv'd a single Life too long as he thought to his advantage, was re∣solved to marry a Wife to dress his Vict••••ls, or∣der his Houshould Affairs, and take care of other necessaries, &c. At l••st he pitches upon one, but she being a proud fin••ky▪ Creature, car'd to do little or nothing: So that a••ter he had been mar∣ried a Month, and the Honey-moon was over, he desires she would dress the meat he had bought
for Dinner: At which she mumbl'd, and look'd like the Devil over Lincoln, saying, Truly she expected to have a Maid to do that for her, for she was never bred up to such slavery: At which the contented Husband seem'd very well satisfy'd, and replyed, very well, my Dear. If dat you vil not do't par me, begar, me vil do't par you. So did it accordingly. The next day the Bed wan∣ted to be made, and she would not do't, however he would do it for her: When Saturdy came, the House wanted to be clean'd, then she would not do it, but he was forc'd to do it himself. A little time after, he takes his Wife abroad in the Fields as u∣sual, and sitting down pretty tyr'd under a hedge, Monsieur spyes a pretty C••abstick; at which he drew his Knife, and desired his Wif•• to cut it for him, but she complain'd of being weary, and said she would not rise, not she; Ve••, Madam, says he, I'll do it for ye; so rises, and cuts the stick and trims it fit for use; when coming to her, he, said, see my dear vat pretty Stick is dis; take i••, do take it, and beat your self with it; No no crys she in a Passion, what d'ye think I'm a Fool, or mad? Well den says he, I'll do it for you, and so he belabour'd her to some purpose, that ever afterwards she became a good Wife, and was wil∣ling to do what ought to be done her self, without putting her Husband to the trouble of doing it for her.