Grief


At the wake, the bereaved husband displayed all the evidences of frantic

grief. He cried aloud heart-rendingly, and tore his hair. The other

mourners had to restrain him from leaping into the open coffin.



The next day, a friend who had been at the wake encountered the widower

on the street and spoke sympathetically of the great woe displayed by

the man.



"Did you go to the cemetery for the burying?" the stricken husband

inquired anxiously, and when he was answered in the negative, continued

proudly: "It's a pity ye weren't there. Ye ought to have seen the way I

cut up."



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The old woman in indigent circumstances was explaining to a visitor, who

found her at breakfast, a long category of trials and tribulations.



"And," she concluded, "this very morning, I woke up at four o'clock, and

cried and cried till breakfast time, and as soon as I finish my tea I'll

begin again, and probably keep it up all day."



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