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CJ-NH.771.025
6 Dec 1771:23 (216)
Boston, November 13. "Not long since, on one of our
harmonious nights, when the gentry of either sex visit our
C-- H--, one of the black musicians left the place before
all the company had retired, and proceeded home, but his
master's door was shut, and took up his abode in the barn
for that night, rather than be exposed to the night air; he
had wrapped himself up in the hay and was preparing for
sleep, when he was amused with the appearance and discourse
of an amorous pair, who not knowing the musician was there,
came from the C---, (which was near by) to taste those joys,
those stolen pleasures, which Hymen has forbid unless by him
conferred. It seems this couple were a single gentleman, and
a married lady, the latter had a white sattin petticoat,
which she took off, and carefully laid by until their
pastime should be finished. They had prepared to receive
each others mutual embraces, when unluckily for the lady she
uttered these words, "O my dear, I wish I could have that
tune played all night." "What tune my jewel?" returned the
amorous swain. "Why bobbing Joan," answered the lady. The
musician unnoticed had been very intent upon their behaviour
all this time, and having his violin by him, immediately
rose up and played the before mentioned tune to the no small
astonishment of the gentleman and lady; who precipitately
retired, the latter leaving the white sattin petticoat
behind her, and the gentleman, the covering to his
nakedness.
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