IN WHICH MRS. EASY, AS USUAL, HAS HER OWN WAY
It was the fourth day after Mrs. Easys confinement that Mr. Easy, who was sitting by her bedside in an easy chair, commenced as follows: I have been thinking, my dear Mrs. Easy, about the name I shall give this child.
Name, Mr. Easy! why, what name should you give it but your own?
Not so, my dear, replied Mr. Easy; they call all names proper names, but I think that mine is not. It is the very worst name in the calendar.
Why, whats the matter with it, Mr. Easy?
The matter affects me as well as the boy. Nicodemus is a long name to write at full length, and Nick is vulgar. Besides, as there will be two Nicks, they will naturally call my boy young Nick, and of course I shall be styled old Nick, which will be diabolical.
Well, Mr. Easy, at all events then let me choose the name.
That you shall, my dear, and it was with this view that I have mentioned the subject so early.
I think, Mr. Easy, I will call the boy after my poor fatherhis name shall be Robert.
Very well, my dear, if you wish it, it shall be Robert. You shall have your own way. But I think, my dear, upon a little consideration, you will acknowledge that there is a decided objection.
An objection, Mr. Easy?
Yes, my dear; Robert may be very well, but you must reflect upon the consequences; he is certain to be called Bob.
Well, my dear, and suppose they do call him Bob?
I cannot bear even the supposition, my dear. You forget the county in which we are residing, the downs covered with sheep.
Why, Mr. Easy, what can sheep have to do with a christian name?
There it is; women never look to consequences. My dear, they have a great deal to do with the name of Bob. I will appeal to any farmer in the county, if ninety-nine shepherds dogs out of one hundred are not called Bob. Now observe, your child is out of doors somewhere in the fields or plantations; you want and you call him. Instead of your child, what do you find? Why, a dozen curs at least, who come running up to you, all answering to the name of Bob, and wagging their stumps of tails. You see, Mrs. Easy, it is a dilemma not to be got over. You level your only son to the brute creation by giving him a christian name which, from its peculiar brevity, has been monopolized by all the dogs in the county. Any other name you please, my dear, but in this one instance you must allow me to lay my positive veto.
Well, then, let me seebut Ill think of it, Mr. Easy; my head aches very much just now.
I will think for you, my dear. What do you say to John?
Oh, no, Mr. Easy, such a common name!
A proof of its popularity, my dear. It is scripturalwe have the apostle and the baptistwe have a dozen popes who were all Johns. It is royalwe have plenty of kings who were Johnsand moreover, it is short, and sounds honest and manly.
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