The Sermon was preached by Mr.Higginson of Salem, the Charge was given by Mr.Phillips of Rowley, and the Right Hand of Fellowship by Mr.Corbet of Ipswich.

When we got back to our inn, we found a great crowd of young roysterers in the yard, who had got Mr.Corbet's negro man, Sam, on the top of a barrel, with a bit of leather, cut in the shape of spectacles, astride of his nose, where he stood swinging his arms, and preaching, after the manner of his master, mimicking his tone and manner very shrewdly, to the great delight and merriment of the young rogues who did set him on.

We stood in the door a while to hear him, and, to say the truth, he did wonderfully well, being a fellow of good parts and much humor.

But, just as he was describing the Devil, and telling his grinning hearers that he was not like a black but a white man, old Mr.
Corbet, who had come up behind him, gave him a smart blow with his cane, whereupon Sam cried,-- "Dare he be now!" at which all fell to laughing.
"You rascal," said Mr.Corbet, "get down with you; I'll teach you to compare me to the Devil." "Beg pardon, massa!" said Sam, getting down from his pulpit, and rubbing his shoulder.

"How you think Sam know you?
He see nothing; he only feel de lick." "You shall feel it again," said his master, striking at him a great blow, which Sam dodged.
"Nay, Brother Corbet," said Mr.Phillips, who was with him, "Sam's mistake was not so strange after all; for if Satan can transform himself into an Angel of Light, why not into the likeness of such unworthy ministers as you and I." This put the old minister in a good humor, and Sam escaped without farther punishment than a grave admonition to behave more reverently for the future.