It was hard for me at this time to understand how a woman of her education and social standing could take such delight in performing such service, in order to assist in the elevation of an unfortunate race.  Ever since then I have had no patience with any school for my race in the South which did not teach its students the dignity of labour.

During my last year at Hampton every minute of my time that was not occupied with my duties as janitor was devoted to hard study.  I was determined, if possible, to make such a record in my class as would cause me to be placed on the “honour roll” of Commencement speakers.  This I was successful in doing.  It was June of 1875 when I finished the regular course of study at Hampton.  The greatest benefits that I got out of my at the Hampton Institute, perhaps, may be classified under two heads:—­

First was contact with a great man, General S.C.  Armstrong, who, I repeat, was, in my opinion, the rarest, strongest, and most beautiful character that it has ever been my privilege to meet.

Second, at Hampton, for the first time, I learned what education was expected to do for an individual.  Before going there I had a good deal of the then rather prevalent idea among our people that to secure an education meant to have a good, easy time, free from all necessity for manual labour.  At Hampton I not only learned that it was not a disgrace to labour, but learned to love labour, not alone for its financial value, but for labour’s own sake and for the independence and self-reliance which the ability to do something which the world wants done brings.  At that institution I got my first taste of what it meant to live a life of unselfishness, my first knowledge of the fact that the happiest individuals are those who do the most to make others useful and happy.

I was completely out of money when I graduated.  In company with our other Hampton students, I secured a place as a table waiter in a summer hotel in Connecticut, and managed to borrow enough money with which to get there.  I had not been in this hotel long before I found out that I knew practically nothing about waiting on a hotel table.  The head waiter, however, supposed that I was an accomplished waiter.  He soon gave me charge of the table at which their sat four or five wealthy and rather aristocratic people.  My ignorance of how to wait upon them was so apparent that they scolded me in such a severe manner that I became frightened and left their table, leaving them sitting there without food.  As a result of this I was reduced from the position of waiter to that of a dish-carrier.

But I determined to learn the business of waiting, and did so within a few weeks and was restored to my former position.  I have had the satisfaction of being a guest in this hotel several times since I was a waiter there.