"Look at me; do you think I am the master of my own house?
Not I; I am a regular slave.
First, there is a monthly nurse, who orders me out of my wife's presence, or graciously lets me in, just as she pleases; that is Queen 1.

Then there's a wet-nurse, Queen 2, whom I must humor in everything, or she will quarrel with me, and avenge herself by souring her milk.
But these are mild tyrants compared with the young King himself.

If he does but squall we must all skip, and find out what he ails, or what he wants.

As for me, I am looked upon as a necessary evil; the women seem to admit that a father is an incumbrance without which these little angels could not exist, but that is all." He had a christening feast, and it was pretty well attended, for he reminded all he asked that the young Christian was the heir to the Bassett estates.

They feasted, and the church-bells rang merrily.
He had his pew in the church new lined with cloth, and took his wife to be churched.