Part 8 (1/2)
But indeed it is a sign of something being wrong between married people, when the question which of the two shall be subject to the other ever arises. It will never do so when both parties love as they ought, for then the struggle will be not who shall command and control, but who shall serve and yield. As Chaucer says--
”When mastery cometh, then sweet Love anon, Flappeth his nimble wings and soon away is flown.”
CHAPTER XI.
”DRIVE GENTLY OVER THE STONES!”
”It were better to meet some dangers half-way, though they come nothing near.”--_Bacon._
”Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.”--_Milton._
”Drive gently over the stones!” This piece of advice, which is frequently given to inexperienced whips, may be suggested metaphorically to the newly-married. On the road upon which they have entered there are stony places, which, if not carefully driven over, will almost certainly upset the domestic coach. To accompany one's wife harmoniously on an Irish car is easy compared to the task of accompanying her over these stones on the domestic car.
The first rock ahead which should be signalled ”dangerous” is the first year of married life. As a rule the first year either mars or makes a marriage. During this period errors may be committed which will cast a shadow over every year that follows. We agree with Mrs. Jameson in thinking that the first year of married life is not as happy as the second. People have to get into the habit of being married, and there are difficult lessons to be learned in the apprentices.h.i.+p.
A lady once asked Dr. Johnson how in his dictionary he came to define _pastern_ the _knee_ of a horse; he immediately answered, ”Ignorance, madam, pure ignorance.” This is the simple explanation of many an accident that takes place at the commencement of the matrimonial journey. The young couple have not yet learned the dangerous places of the road, and, as a consequence, they drive carelessly over them.
How many people starting in married life throw happiness out of their grasp, and create troubles for the rest of their days! The cause may be generally traced to selfishness, their conceit taking everything that goes amiss as meant for a personal affront, and their wounded self-esteem making life a burden hard to bear, for themselves and others. We can all recognize in every circle such cases; we are all able to read the moral elsewhere; but in our own case we allow the small breach--that might be healed with very little effort at first--to get wider and wider, and the pair that should become closer and closer, gradually not only cease to care for, but have a dread of each other's society.
There is one simple direction, which, if carefully regarded, might long preserve the tranquillity of the married life, and ensure no inconsiderable portion of connubial happiness to the observers of it: it is--to beware of the _first_ dispute. ”Man and wife,” says Jeremy Taylor, ”are equally concerned to avoid all offences of each other in the beginning of their conversation; every little thing can blast an infant blossom; and the breath of the south can shake the little rings of the vine, when first they begin to curl like the locks of a new weaned boy: but when by age and consolidation they stiffen into the hardness of a stem, and have, by the warm embraces of the sun and the kisses of heaven, brought forth their cl.u.s.ters, they can endure the storms of the north, and the loud noises of a tempest, and yet never be broken. So are the early unions of an unfixed marriage; watchful and observant, jealous and busy, inquisitive and careful, and apt to take alarm at every unkind word. After the hearts of the man and the wife are endeared and hardened by a mutual confidence and experience, longer than artifice and pretence can last, there are a great many remembrances, and some things present, that dash all little unkindnesses in pieces.”
Every little dispute between man and wife is dangerous. It forces good-humour out of its channel, undermines affection, and insidiously, though perhaps insensibly, wears out and, at last, entirely destroys that cordiality which is the life and soul of matrimonial felicity. As however ”it's hardly in a body's power to keep at times from being sour,” undue importance ought not to be attached to ”those little tiffs that sometimes cast a shade on wedlock.” Often they are, as the poet goes on to observe, ”love in masquerade--
”And family jars, look we but o'er the rim, Are filled with honey, even to the brim.”
In the Life of St. Francis de Sales we are told that the saint did not approve of the saying, ”Never rely on a reconciled enemy.” He rather preferred a contrary maxim, and said that a quarrel between friends, when made up, added a new tie to friends.h.i.+p; as experience shows that the calosity formed round a broken bone makes it stronger than before.
Beware of jealousy; ”it is the green-eyed monster, which doth make the meat it feeds on.” Here is an amusing case in point. A French lady who was jealous of her husband determined to watch his movements. One day, when he told her he was going to Versailles, she followed him, keeping him in sight until she missed him in a pa.s.sage leading to the railway station. Looking about her for a few minutes, she saw a man coming out of a glove-shop with a rather overdressed lady. Blinded with rage and jealousy, she fancied it was her husband, and without pausing for a moment to consider, bounced suddenly up to him and gave him three or four stinging boxes on the ear. The instant the gentleman turned round, she discovered her mistake, and at the same moment caught sight of her husband, who had merely called at a tobacconist's, and was now crossing the street. There was nothing for it but to faint in the arms of the gentleman she had attacked; while the other lady moved away, to avoid a scene. The stranger, astonished to find an unknown lady in his arms, was further startled by a gentleman seizing him by the collar and demanding to know what he meant by embracing that lady. ”Why, sir, she boxed my ears, and then fainted,” exclaimed the innocent victim. ”She is my wife,” shouted the angry husband, ”and would never have struck you without good cause.” Worse than angry words would probably have followed had not the cause of the whole misunderstanding recovered sufficiently to explain how it had all happened.
A jealous wife is generally considered a proper subject for ridicule; and a woman ought to conceal from her husband any feeling of the kind.
Her suspicions may be altogether groundless, and she may be tormenting herself with a whole train of imaginary evils.
On the other hand a husband is bound to abstain from even the appearance of preferring any one else to his wife. When in the presence of others he should indulge her laudable pride by showing that he thinks her an object of importance and preference.
In his ”Advice to Young Men” Cobbett gives this interesting bit of autobiography. ”For about two or three years after I was married, I, retaining some of my military manners, used, both in France and America, to _romp_ most famously with the girls that came in my way; till one day at Philadelphia, my wife said to me in a very gentle manner: 'Don't do that, _I do not like it_.' That was quite enough; I had never _thought_ on the subject before; one hair of her head was more dear to me than all the other women in the world, and this I knew that she knew. But I now saw that this was not all that she had a right to from me; I saw that she had the further claim upon me that I should abstain from everything that might induce others to believe that there was any other woman for whom, even if I were at liberty, I had any affection. I beseech young married men to bear this in mind; for on some trifle of this sort the happiness or misery of a long life frequently turns.”
There may be a fanaticism in love as well as in belief, and where people love much they are apt to be exacting one to the other. But although jealousy does imply love, such love as consists in a craving for the affection of its object, it is love which is largely dashed with selfishness. It is incompatible with love of the highest order, for where that exists there is no dread of not being loved enough in return.
In this relation as well as in the highest, ”There is no fear in love, but perfect love casteth out fear, because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.”
It is generally admitted that conjugal affection largely depends on mutual confidence. A friend quoted this sentiment the other day in a smoking-room, and added that he made it a rule to tell his wife everything that happened, and in this way they avoided any misunderstanding. ”Well, sir,” remarked another gentleman present, not to be outdone in generosity, ”you are not so open and frank as I am, for I tell my wife a good many things that never happen.” ”Oh!” exclaimed a third, ”I am under no necessity to keep my wife informed regarding my affairs. She can find out five times as much as I know myself without the least trouble.”
”How,” said a gentleman to a friend who wished to convey a matter of importance to a lady without communicating directly with her, ”how can you be certain of her reading the letter, seeing that you have directed it to her husband?” ”That I have managed without the possibility of failure,” was the answer; ”she will open it to a certainty, for I have put the word 'private' in the corner.”
These anecdotes put in a lively way the well-known fact that it is impossible for married people to keep secrets the one from the other.
But even to make the attempt is to enter upon ground so dangerous that scarcely any amount of cautious driving will prevent a catastrophe.
Unless husband and wife trust each other all in all the result will be much the same as if they trusted not at all.
We believe that the Delilahs are few who would sell their Samsons to the Philistines when these Samsons have told them the secret source of their great strength. Still, there are secrets entrusted to the clergyman, the physician, the lawyer, the legislator to betray which, even to a wife, would be dishonourable and disgraceful.