He proceeded to relate a fact from which it appeared that the ground on which his grave charges against the negro character rested, was the ill-conduct of one negro woman whom he had hired some time ago to assist his family.

The town negroes, he said, were too lazy to work; they loitered and lounged about on the sidewalks all day, jabbering with one another, and keeping up an incessant noise; and they would not suffer a white man to order them in the least.

They were rearing their children in perfect idleness and for his part he could not tell what would become of the rising population of blacks.
Their parents were too proud to let them work, and they sent them to school all the time.

Every afternoon, he said, the streets are thronged with the half-naked little black devils, just broke from the schools, and all singing some noisy tune learned in the infant schools; the _burthen of_ their songs seems to be, "_O that will be joyful_." These words, said he, are ringing in your ears wherever you go.

How aggravating truly such words must be, bursting cheerily from the lips of the little free songsters! "O that will be joyful, _joyful_, JOYFUL"-- and so they ring the changes day after day, ceaseless and untiring.