The Sable Cloud

aves.' Toil-worn! I never saw such a
lively set of people. Do see that little mite of a round black child, in
black jacket and pants; he looks like a drop of ink; Oh, isn't he
cunning! Little boy! what is your"--

"Come, come!" said your Uncle, "you are getting too much excited; you
will pay for all this to-morrow with one of your headaches."

But a new surprise awaited us. The driver stopped opposite a large,
plain-looking building, and told us that we had better step in. On
entering, we involuntarily started back, for I never saw a house more
densely filled; and all were blacks. It was a sable cloud; but the sun
was in it. The choir were singing a select piece. The principal
_soprano_, an elegant-looking black girl, dressed in perfect taste, held
her book from her in her very small hand covered with a straw-colored
glove. The singing was charming. We asked a white-headed negro in the
vestibule what was going on.

"Why, it is Easter Monday, Missis."

"Is this an Episcopal church?"

"No; Baptist."

"What are all these people here for?" said your Uncle.

"Why, to worship, Sir, I hope. It's holiday."

"Do they go to church, holidays?"

"Why," said he, with a smile and bow, "some of the best of 'em, p'raps."

We returned to the carriage.

"Think," said your uncle, "of two thousand people at the North spending
a part of 'Artillery Election Day' in Boston, for example, in going to
church!"

"Well," said Hattie, "if I were not to live another day, I would bless
God for having let me live to see these things. I am so glad to find
people happy who I had supposed were weeping and wailing."

We admonished her that she had not seen the whole of slavery.

A very interesting coincidence happened to us the next day. We took tea
at Rev. Mr. ----'s. A splendid bride-cake adorned the table. As Hattie
was admiring the ornaments on the cake, the lady of the clergyman smiled
and said,--

"This is from a colored wedding."

Sure enough, that black bride whom we saw the day before had

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