A _Lady_ in Trouble for the Loss of a _Set_ of _Horses_.
A Certain Lady, that was fall’n under Great Tribulation for the Loss
of a very fine Set of Horses, went Raving up and down like a Mad Woman
from Place to Place, and Every Body must be Tir’d with the History of
her Misfortune: _Well_, says She, _they were the best Natur’d Poor
Wretches, they’d look at Me so Kindly still when I came to take Coach;
to say Nothing of the Value of them, really I cannot think my self safe
with other Horses_. And at this rate, she went on, Amplifying upon the
Affliction, while her Friends and Relations on the other Hand, were
not wanting to Ply her upon the Ordinary _Topiques_ of the Transitory
State of Mortals. But when they had proceeded as far with her as their
Religion and Philosophy could carry them, and found that she was not to
be Comforted; _Why, truly Madam_, says One of her Confidents, _this is a
very great Tryal, but since they are gone, and there’s no Recalling of
them, I hope your Ladyship does not think ’em too Good for Him that Has
’em_.
The MORAL.
_We are more Sollicitous for our_ Horses _and our_ Dogs, _then we are for
our_ Souls, _our_ Friends, _or our_ Children; _and therefore it was well
enough turn’d upon the Lady here toward the bringing of her to her self
again, to mind her, that_ there was neither Heaven nor Hell in the Case
of Losing a Set of Horses.