Our novels and newspapers are all the time misleading us." "And yet," said your Uncle, "perhaps everything they say may be true by itself; it may have happened." "Why, Aunt," said she, "such a load is gone from my mind since looking upon these colored people that I feel almost well.

Why, there's a wedding!" said she.

"Driver, do stop! Uncle, please let us go in." They left me, and went into a meeting-house, where a black bridegroom, in a blue broadcloth suit, white waistcoat, kid gloves, patent-leather shoes, and white hose, and an ebony bride, in white muslin caught up with jessamines, and a myrtle wreath on her head, had gone in, followed by a train of colored people.

The white people, invited guests, it seems, were already assembled.

The sexton told your Uncle that the parties were servants, each to a respectable family.