What colour, what reason had you for it?
"SABLE.

First, Sir, her carriage in her concerns with me, for I never yet could meet with a sorrowful relict but was herself enough to make a hard bargain with me.

Yet I must confess they have frequent interruptions of grief and sorrow when they read my bill; but as for her, nothing she resolv'd, that look'd bright or joyous, should after her love's death approach her.

All her servants that were not coal-black must turn out; a fair complexion made her eyes and heart ake, she'd none but downright jet, and to exceed all example, she hir'd my mourning furniture by the year, and in case of my mortality, ty'd my son to the same article; so in six weeks time ran away with a young fellow." * * * * * And so on (with a cynicism of which, of course, no modern "funeral director" would be guilty--out loud), until the undertaker's men come on the scene.
* * * * * "Where in the name of goodness have you all been ?" asks SABLE.

"Have you brought the sawdust and tar for embalming?
Have you the hangings and the sixpenny nails, and my lord's coat of arms ?" "SERVANT.