is really not very objectionable; it is rather refreshing, indeed, for it is simple, and, in that respect, rare.  Vulgarity allied to pretension and the affectation of fine manners is the only real vulgarity, and is an intolerable thing.  The plain rusticity, or even coarseness, of what are called the lower classes, is infinitely preferable to the assumption of gentility of those a little above them in the social scale.  The artisan, or day-laborer, or common workman, is apt to be a gentleman, compared with a certain well-to-do small shopkeeper....

On Thursday, when I went to rehearse “Romeo and Juliet,” I found that the unfortunate Mr. Keppel was, by general desire, taken out of Romeo, which my father was therefore called upon, for the first time, to act with me.  I was vexed at this every way.  I was sorry for the poor player, whose part, of course, was money to him; and sorry for my father, who has the greatest objection to playing Romeo, for which his age, of course, disqualifies him, however much his excellent acting may tend to make one forget it; and I was sorry for the public, who lost his admirable Mercutio, which I do not think they were compensated for by his taking the other part....

The steward of our ship, a black—­a very intelligent, obliging, respectable servant—­came here the other morning to ask my father for an order, at the same time adding that it must be for the gallery, as people of color were not allowed to go into any other part of the theater.  Qu’en dis-tu?  The prejudice against these unfortunate people is, of course, incomprehensible to us.  On board ship, after giving that same man some trouble, Dall poured him out a glass of wine, when we were having our dinner, whereupon the captain looked at her with utter amazement, and I thought some little contempt, and said, “Ah! one can tell by that that you are not an American;” which sort of thing makes one feel rather glad that one is not.

[This was in 1832, when slavery literally governed the United States.  In 1874, when the Civil War had washed out slavery with the blood of free men, the prejudice engendered by it governed them still to the following degree.  Going to the theater in Philadelphia one night, I desired my servant, a perfectly respectable and decorous colored man, to go into the house and see the performance.  This, however, he did not succeed in doing, being informed at all the entrance doors that persons of color were not admitted to any part of the theater.  At this same time, more than half the State legislature of South Carolina were blacks.  Moreover, at this same time, colored children were not received into the public schools of Philadelphia, though colored citizens were eligible, and in some cases acted as members of the board of management of these very schools.  I talked of this outrageous inconsistent prejudice with some of my friends; among others, the editor of a popular paper.  They were all loud in their