A Scotch Widow

The clerk of n largo parih not five miles frnm Bridgeoorth, Scntland perct'iviü? a female eroeping a efiurchyuïd in a vvi.lmv's garb, with a watering can ind bundie hd the cnriositv to tnljow her, and ho discvcred her 10 be Mrs. Sinith, wliose butband had not long been interred. The iollowing ccmvorsation took place: "Ah, Mis. Sinith, what nre yon doina wi'.h vour watering can?" llWhy, Mr. Frínee( I have bejfed a few hayeede, whiuh I have in a bundie, and arn fïing to m the ril upon rny poor hucbflnd'a grave, and bave bronght i litile water with me to make ihetn spring.1' "You hiive no occasion to do thnt. as the grtss will soon grow upon t," replied tho clci k. 'Ah, Mr. Piince, that mny be - bilt do you not know my husbiind, who now lies here, rnudo me promieo him, on lus death bed, I wonl.d Devurrnany ntrnin till the jjmps má rovn over his trrave, and havm a ; od offer made tne, I dinna wist) to break my word, or be keiit as I ara."