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AG-A.771.005
16 Dec 1771:22 (1/4)
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 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 of those joys,
those stolen pleasures, which Hymen has forbid unless by him
conferred. . . [3 more lines] 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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