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EG.771.055
26 Nov-3 Dec 1771:743 (4/175)
Boston, November 28. A correspondent has furnished us with
the following droll occurrence, viz. "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 he took up his
abode in the barn for the 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 amourous pair, who not knowing the
musician was there, came from the C----, (which was nearby)
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 amourous 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 aforementioned tune to
the no small astonishment of the gentleman and the lady; who
precipitately retired, the latter leaving the white sattin
petticoat behind, and the gentleman, the covering to his
nakedness.
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