A _Woman_ Drown’d.
An Unfortunate Woman happen’d to be Drown’d, and her Poor Husband was
mightily in Pain to find out the Body; so away he goes along the Bank up
the Course of the River, asking all he met still, if they could tell him
any Tydings of the Body of his Dear Wife, that was overturn’d in a Boat
at such a Place Below. Why, if you’d find your Wife, they cry’d, You must
look for her down the Stream. No, No, says the Man, my Wives Will carried
her against Wind and Tide all the Days of her Life; and now she’s Dead,
which way soever the Current runs she’ll be sure to be against it.
The MORAL.
_The Spirit of Contradiction in a Cross Grain’d Woman is Incurable._