She moved quickly up to the table, and threw her arms around the
coffin, resting her cheek on that of her husband, while the hot tears
ran in large drops down its marble surface. One who thought he had a
right to interfere, whispered in her ear, and took hold of an arm to
draw her away, but she turned fiercely upon him.

"Who are you," she said, "to separate me from my husband? Go--I will
keep him as long as I please."

The person, seeing her determination, desisted; and all looked on in
mournful silence.

"O, Josiah," she sobbed, "who'd have thought it! The best, the kindest
husband a woman ever had. O! how sorry I am for every hard word I ever
spoke to you. And you so good--never to find fault when I scolded.
I was wicked--and yet all the time I loved you so. Did you know it,
Josiah? If you were back again, how different I would treat you! The
fire should always be burning bright, and the hearth clean, when you
came back cold from fishing, and you should never, never ask me a
second time for anything. But you don't hear me. What's the use
of crying and lamenting? Here," she said, raising herself up, and
addressing those next her, "take him, and put him in his grave."

She staggered and fainted, and would have fallen, had she not been
caught in the arms of sympathizing friends, who removed her into the
adjoining chamber, and applied the usual restoratives. This caused
some little delay, but, after a time, the person who had assumed upon
himself the arrangements of the funeral, entered, preceding the four
bearers, whose hats he took into his own hands, to restore them to the