Maid Kitty's account of this visit, I will give as well as I can remember in her own words, as she described it to her fellow-servants: "You never see sich a way for people to live! Folks goes to bed in Baltimore 'thout a single mouthful in thar house to eat. And they can't get nothin' neither 'thout they gits up soon in the mornin' and goes to the market after it themselves. Rain, hail or shine, they got to go. 'Twouldn't suit _our_ white folks to live that way! And I wouldn't live thar not for nothin' in this world. In that fine three story house thar ain't but bare two servants, an' they has to do all the work. 'Twouldn't suit _me_, an' I wouldn't live thar not for nothin' in this whole creation. I would git _that_ lonesome I couldn't stan' it. Bare two servants! and they calls themselves rich, too! And they cooks in the cellar. I know mistess couldn't stand that--smellin' everything out the kitchen all over the house. Umph! _them_ folks don't know nothin' _tall_ 'bout good livin', with thar cold bread and thar rusks!" Maid Kitty spoke truly when she said she had never seen two women do all the housework. For, at home, often three women would clean up one chamber. One made the bed, while another swept the floor and a third dusted and put the chairs straight. Labor was divided and subdivided; and I remember one woman whose sole employment seemed to be throwing open the blinds in the morning and rubbing the posts of my grandmother's high bedstead. This rubbing business was carried quite to excess. Every inch of mahogany was waxed and rubbed to the highest state of polish, as were also the floors, the brass fenders, irons and candlesticks. When I reflect upon the degree of comfort arrived at in our homes, I think we should have felt grateful to our ancestors; for as Quincy has written: "In whatever mode of existence man finds himself, be it savage or civilized, he perceives that he is indebted for the greater part of his possessions to events over which he had no control; to individuals whose names, perhaps, never reached his ear; to sacrifices which he never shared. How few of all these blessings do we owe to our own power or prudence! How few on which we can not discern the impress of a long past generation!" So we were indebted for our agreeable surroundings to the heroism and sacrifices of past generations, and not to venerate and eulogize them betrays the want of a truly noble soul. For what courage; what patience; what perseverence; what long suffering; what Christian forbearance, must it have cost our great grandmothers to civilize, Christianize and elevate the naked, savage Africans to the condition of good cooks and respectable maids! They--our great grandmothers--did not enjoy the blessed privilege even of turning their servants off when ineffient or disagreeable, but had to keep them through life. The only thing was to bear and forbear, and ----"be to their virtues very kind, To their faults," a great deal "blind."