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.