Blacky

[I]t was agreed that two double beds were in requisition: — one for the host and hostess — and the other for the loving nigger and his wife, who it plainly appeared, had no inclination to be separated. Our hope was in a double bed — the one which the blacky and his fairer half looked at with a longing eye — but out of which he had no idea of turning: […]

Apropos of Van Balen, an artist who painted me lately had painted a blackamoor praying; and not filling his canvas, stuffed in his little girl aside of a blacky gaping at him unmeaningly; and then did not know what to call it.