Perhaps it may be asked, how do the negroes obtain these different articles specified,—where find the _cash_ to meet these heavy demands? In the first place, it must be taken into consideration, that nearly all the negroes who reside in the country, upon the different estates, keep a great deal of stock; they have their patch of ground, in which they raise vegetables; and living as they do nearly all the rest of the year upon less expensive dishes, they have money enough by them to procure the above luxuries. Then again, it must be remarked, that it is not _one_ family which gives these routs, but almost in every instance it is a joint concern. The company pay a proportion, by the gentlemen procuring tickets to admit themselves and ladies for half-a-dollar, about 2s. 3d. sterling, which of itself affords sufficient means to provide all those sumptuous viands and costly liquids with which they regale themselves when fatigued with dancing. The competition for opening the ball is generally very great, and from one to five dollars is demanded for that honour; but such has been the contest at times that a doubloon, or 3l. 4s. sterling, has been offered for obtaining the enviable post; and this of course further adds to their resources. When these grand balls are held in the country, the servants feel no reluctance in riding their masters’ horses to and from the place of entertainment; and consequently it is nothing uncommon for great complaints to be made the next morning by different gentlemen, when they visit their stables. “Why, Thomas, what’s the matter with this horse? how jaded he looks,” says the gent, addressing his groom; “I hope it’s not ill!” “Me no no, massa; me quite sick meself, dat de trute,” replies one of the _beaux_ of the preceding night. “And this one,” continues his master, “his legs are quite swollen, and he’s all over mud; I hope you have not been riding them last night, sirrah! I know you are full of tricks!” “Eh, eh! massa, me no say, me quite sick; war for me go ride de poor dumb brute for, dat’s all?” While this dialogue passes in the stable between the injured master and his faulty groom, respecting the state of “de poor dumb brute,” who, had he the power of speech, could, like Hamlet’s ghost, “a tale unfold,” a similar conversation takes place in the house between the mistress and her confidential(!) domestic. “Celestina, what is the matter with you this morning? you don’t seem to know what you are doing,—are you ill?” “No, ma’am.” “Then what do you look so heavy and dull about?” “Me no able to sleep last night, missis,” is the answer of the fatigued belle.