whoever works for them must know—more particularly their hair-dresser; but there is a certain set above all such things, and I am happy to say I work for those in that set; and there are no tell-tales or slanderers there—no talk of what is said or done here or there; each one has something agreeable or pleasant to say. Now, ladies, I think I have said enough to let you know my opinion, and as I have other engagements to fulfill, I will bid you good morning," and I left.
One Sunday, as I was returning from church to my own home, a gentleman passed by in a carriage. I did not see him; but the next day, on going to my work, I met him; he stopped me and said, "Iangy, you dress too fine." I did not know what he meant, till he continued, "Your patrons will treat you as mine did me. One gentleman I had been in the habit of furnishing goods to, came to me and told me I lived in a finer house, dressed better, and drove a finer carriage than he did, and he was going to take his custom from me and give it to some person that was not so well off. I told him he might, and be blessed. So, Iangy, if you are not careful, your patrons will treat you in the same way."
I told him I worked for my patrons for their money, and when I earned and got it, I did not ask them how I should spend it, or anything else connected with it, what I should eat, drink or wear, or how I should dispose of my money. It remains a mystery to me, to this day, why he spoke to me in that manner; for he is a gentleman I can not accuse of being either envious or covetous.
Among the many strange occurrences of that time, I will tell one of a young gentleman of our city, who
