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PG-P.771.039
12 Dec 1771:31 (2242).
Boston, November 28. A correspondent has furnished us with
the following droll occurrence, vis. Not long, since on one
of our harmonious nights, when the gentry of either sex
visit our C---- H----. one of the black musicians who had
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, . . . 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), . . . It seems the 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 other's 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 the 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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