The _Inconsolable Widow_.
There was a Poor Young _Woman_ that had brought her self e’en to Death’s
Door with Grief for her Sick Husband, but the Good Man, her Father, did
All he could to Comfort her. Come, Child, says he, We are All Mortal:
Pluck up a Good Heart, my Girl; for let the Worst come to the Worst,
I have a Better Husband in store for thee, when This is Gone. Alas,
Sir, says she, what d’ye talk of _Another Husband_ for? why you had
as good have Struck a Dagger to my Heart. No, No; If ever I think of
Another Husband, may——Without any more ado the Man dies, and the Woman
immediately breaks out into such Transports of Tearing her Hair, and
Beating her Breast, that every Body thought she’d have run Stark-Mad
upon’t: But upon second Thoughts, she Wipes her Eyes; Lifts ’em up, and
cries _Heaven’s Will be done_; and then turns to her Father, _Pray, Sir_,
says she, _About T’other Husband you were speaking of, Is he here in the
House?_
The MORAL.
_This Fable gives us to Understand, that a Widow’s Tears are quickly
Dry’d up, and that it is not Impossible for a Woman to Out-live the Death
of her Husband; and after All the Outrages of her Funeral Sorrow, to
Propose to her self many a Merry Hour in the Arms of a Second Spouse._