A _Woman_ and her Two _Daughters_.
A _Woman_ that had _Two Daughters_, Bury’d one of them, and Mourners were
Provided to Attend the Funeral. The _Surviving Daughter_ Wonder’d to see
Strangers so much concern’d at the Loss of her Sister, and her Nearest
Relations so Little. Pray Mother, says she, What’s the Reason of This?
Oh, says the _Mother_, We that are a-Kin to her, are never the Better for
Crying, but the Strangers have Money for’t.
The MORAL.
_Mourners are as Mercenery as Common Prostitutes; They are at His Service
that bids Most for them._