The Devoted Widow

A widow weeping at her husband's grave was approached by an engaging gentleman who, in a respectful manner, assured her that he had long entertained the most tender feelings for her.

"Wretch!" cried the widow. "Leave me this instant! Is this a time to talk to me of love?"

"I assure you, madam, that I had not intended to disclose my affection," the engaging gentleman humbly explained. "But the power of your beauty has overcome my discretion."

"You should see me when I have not been crying," said the widow.