The man was buried, and the will was read,
And censure spared them not, alive or dead!
At first the Widow and the Clerk, her friend, 290
Spent their free days as prudence bade them spend.
At the same table they would dine, ’tis true,
And they would worship in the self-same pew:
Each had the common interest so at heart,
It would have griev’d them terribly to part;
And as they both were serious and sedate,
’Twas long before the world began to prate.