What more went on at the dance we could not see; and if we had tried, we should probably not have been allowed to see.

The Negro is chary of admitting white men to his amusements; and no wonder.

If a London ballroom were suddenly invaded by Phoebus, Ares, and Hermes, such as Homer drew them, they would probably be unwelcome guests; at least in the eyes of the gentlemen.

The latter would, I suspect, thoroughly sympathise with the Negro in the old story, intelligible enough to those who know what is the favourite food of a West Indian chicken.
'Well, John, so they gave a dignity ball on the estate last night ?' 'Yes, massa, very nice ball.

Plenty of pretty ladies, massa.' 'Why did you not ask me, John?
I like to look at pretty ladies as well as you.' 'Ah, massa: when cockroach give a ball, him no ask da fowls.' Great and worthy exertions are made, every London Season, for the conversion of the Negro and the Heathen, and the abolition of their barbarous customs and dances.