ABSTRACT
On their return home, Miss Moody shewed her displeasure at Letitia, by some significant sneers at ‘the affected sensibility of some folks;’ ‘surprising ignorance of the world,’ and ‘readiness to listen to the prattle of any raw country adventurer.’ Letitia retorted very severely on the indecorum of Miss Moody’s conduct, in sporting with the grief of a son at the tomb of a mother. ‘So far from being ashamed of my tears,’ said she, ‘I glory in feeling a due respect for the virtues, and sorrow for the misfortunes of a lady, who was the ornament of our sex. And if her son was pleased with the tribute I involuntarily / paid to her memory, he is not to be condemned for his gratitude, nor I, for the mere compliment it might extort from him.’
