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MS-B.771.133
28 Nov 1771:1543 (1/39)
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
amorous 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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