Satire; Spanish literature -- Translations into English
“What admirable charity in these people,” said I, “who go to a funeral,
not to pray, but to gain.”
Soon after, hearing a chanting, we looked from the window to learn the
cause. We saw a funeral procession, in which were arranged many priests
and religious, with a long file of relations. It was a woman whom they
carried to the grave; the husband was almost mad; and I said to my old
friend, “My God! this man is extremely afflicted!”
“Do you believe that?” answered he: “listen to what he says, when he
arrives opposite.”
In fact, when he came near the house, I heard him say, “I am not so very
unhappy after all! she has wasted the half of my fortune: she has been
sick in bed at my expense these last six months; and her obsequies will
cost me a thousand crowns! Ah, Lord!” cried he in a loud voice, “why is
she dead? and why did you not take me first? or rather, good Lord, why
did you not take her before she had dissipated my money?” At length,
reverting to a more pleasant theme, “I must,” said he, “marry Lucilla:
she having been a serving girl, will not be fond of ostentation; she
knows nothing about luxuries, since she cannot even read. To be sure,
being young and inexperienced, she made a misstep; but the remembrance of
her fault will make her wary. Of the two maids my wife kept, I shall
discharge one; so in three or four years I shall save the expense of this
burial.” “I gain by this chance,” said a relation of the deceased, who
came next: “I gain ten thousand crowns, because she died intestate.”
“This pest of a woman,” said a maid servant who followed, “never failed
to take advantage of every opportunity, and yet entertained an extreme
jealousy of my master and me.”
“Zounds!” said I to the old man, “these people are very sincere!”
“The things you see here,” observed he, “are those which are concealed in
the external world; but if now, you have any curiosity to know with what
occupations widows beguile the time, after the death of their husbands,
step with me a couple of paces and you shall see.”
I directly consented; the object appearing well worth the trouble. There
was at the distance of three or four doors from this chamber a grand
apartment, the entrance of which was hung with black, and the stair-case
covered with the same material. We went in, and after traversing a long
hall, garnished in the same manner, entered into a little room, the
tapestry of which was black velvet; the bed of beautiful red damask,
covered with black crape, with silver fringe. In it reposed a young lady
of the most conspicuous loveliness, one of the fairest I have ever
beheld. I offered her my condolences upon the death of her husband, whom
my old friend had informed me was a gentleman of the sword, and a loyal
subject of the king—_Self-love_. She answered, smiling in the most
affable manner, that she was highly sensible of my politeness, and that
she felt very happy that the death of her husband had procured her the
pleasure of my acquaintance.
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