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PGCJ.771.053
7 Dec 1771:33 (413)
Boston. . . December 2. . . 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--- . . . 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 lady; who
precipitately retired. . ."
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